#Amelia is safe for now don’t worry I wouldn’t do that.

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sooo i had a little idea in mind- you can def ignore this if you want 😅 a fic with oliver wood and reader (they've been together for a year) where she meets his parents for the first time, ollie bringing reader to a christmas party at his family's and reader fitting in with his fam so easily (parents keep embarrassing him- showing childhood photos) and reader fitting in with his fam so easily and him being so smitten 🥺 ajdkandjs thank you for your time 💕 you're one of the very few writers who still write for my fave scottish boy and every time you do my heart literally soars

A/N: This is BEYOND amazing! I HAD to write this before I leave for Oregon in two days, but I love this! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

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Summary: After having you visit for Christmas, Oliver finds himself falling head over heels.

Warnings: Just some fluff :)

“Let’s clear these plates and get ready for presents, shall we?”

“Oh, let me help Mrs. Wood!”

“Darling girl, you must call me Amelia! And certainly not, you’re a guest in my home!  Go on, grab a seat in the armchair before my husband does,”

“Why thank you, Amelia,”

Oliver was poking his head around the corner into the kitchen, seeing you moving to get up from the chair as his mother cleared the plates with a flick of her wand. The plates moved with ease, you watching with a hint of amazement since Oliver’s mother made it look so easy.  The soft garland that was glistening along the kitchen countertops brought warmth and the familiar holiday cheer that Oliver could only experience when he was home for Christmas.

But this Christmas was very different: You came along with him.

Oliver already introduced you to his parents at Platform 9 & 3/4 last year, getting your bags on the train and ready for the school year.  Oliver ran over to you to give you a massive hug, the pair of you writing letter and sending owls to one another throughout the summer holiday.  They were wondering who you were and why their son was so smitten, most of his time on summer holiday was devoted to racing on his broomstick around the hillside near their home and drawing up new Quidditch tactics for the Gryffindor team.  

Yet that summer Oliver was awaiting for every letter that was sent from you by your personal little barn owl, his face lighting up with joy as you would tell him about your summer and where you ventured to with your own parents.  That morning on the platform, Oliver’s mother and father were both shocked and happy to see you and Oliver hugging fiercely in your reunion.  It was safe to say that you two were a couple in their eyes, and his mother insisted having you come over for the Christmas Holidays for a few days.

Oliver was worried, thinking you wouldn’t want to go.  But you shocked him by saying yes, reading over the owl sent by his mother during Thanksgiving and you agreed very quickly.  So now Oliver was a bit petrified in having you in his home, thinking of the worst and wondering if you were going to see him in a new light.

But as soon as you walked into the little home, you were greeted so warmly by Oliver’s parents, and all those fears in Oliver’s mind were gone in a flash.

You were only going to stay one night before you had to go back home with your own family, though you didn’t mind it at all since some of Oliver’s cousins and relatives were over for the dinner and present opening.  His cousins were all ages, some very little and barely walking and some were around his age, even two of them were already married with their own kids. The little house was bustling with plenty of screeching from the kids and gossiping from the adults, but you loved all of it.  All of his relatives were nothing but kind to you, asking all the deep dark secrets of Oliver since they knew you would tell.  Though at one moment Oliver had to steer you away from sitting with your mother and aunt when they took out a baby picture book of Oliver.

“You don’t need to see any of that!”

“Oliver, I doubt those pictures are explicit,”

“You don’t know my mum and da when they have a camera in their hands!”

The dinner was delicious, Oliver’s mother knew how to make the best kind of meal that was both hearty and yet sensational to eat.  Every bite was a delight for you, you consistently telling her that the food was amazing as Oliver’s mom merely grinned.

“Aye, finally there is someone who likes me cooking,”

“Mum!”

“Just sayin’, Oli,”

Even throughout the meal, you were engrossed in the conversations that were presented to you by his relatives.  Of course, they wanted to know all about you since you were Oliver’s girlfriend, yet you never minded since it never felt stressful or pushed.  And when the topic of Quidditch came up at the table, the entire family was enthuatsic about the sport.  You weren’t surprised, given that Oliver was a natural player and he learned how to fly when he was still a toddler. HIs entire family played when they went to Hogwarts.  

“So, how does Oliver here handle himself in a Quidditch match,”

“Da, please don’t ask that—“

“He’s real good, Mr. Wood.  Actually, he can outfly some of the other chasers and beaters on both the Slytherin and Hufflepuff squad, which I know doesn’t dwell well with Slytherin house,”

A pause was at the table, maybe his family was not expecting you to reply so smoothly and talk Quidditch efficiently.  His father grinned at you, one of those cocky grins that you know Oliver inherited. 

“Good, never liked that lot even when I attended back when I was a youngin’,” his da boasted.

“Which was what, half a century ago, da?”

“Easy there, Oliver,”

Now that the table was cleared and your mother enchanted the sink to wash the dishes that were under the bubbles, she sat down at the kitchen table with ease while Oliver snuck into the kitchen to sit across from her.

“How are ya, mum?  Can I help ya?” Oliver asked his mother, though she tutted and shook her head.

“You’re fine, m’darlin’.  I wanna talk to ya for a moment before we join the other’s for presents,” She explained, Oliver watching her with a hint of worry and uncertainty as his mother eyed him with the warmth in her eyes and her hands folded in front of her on the table.

“I think she is quite lovely,” She explained, mentioning you as Oliver perked up a bit, “And that fact that she can put up with this lot with a smile on her face says a bunch, Oli,”

“I like her too,” Oliver explained to his mother, whom was softly smiling from seeing the warmth on his face and the small glimmer in his brown eyes, “She really makes me happy, supports me and my flyin’, and…I don’t know mum she’s…she’s amazin’.”

“I can tell she means the world to you,” His mother hummed at him in agreement, “And I think you should hold onto her as tight as you can.  Love is a precious thing to have, and it can be easy to loose in a moment,”

Oliver drank in what she told him, hearing how genuine she was with the notion of love.  Oliver saw it in his parents and how they loved each other after so many years together, they were a great example of being in love and how to handle love.  And as he thought about it more, he thought of you in his mind and how it was beyond perfect.  He thought of the times you two sat together in Hogsmead, swapping candies together and seeing if the others liked it.  He thought of the rainy Quidditch matches, you showing up to each one of those matches with Gryffindor colors and cheering him on.  He even thought of you consoling him when had rough days, holding his hands in yours and giving him words of encouragement.  

When he thought of love, he thought of you.

“I’ll try, mum,” He could only reply to his mother, whom kept her smile on her face as Oliver’s father called out from the living room.

“Come on, you two!  We got presents to open!”

Oliver and his mother hopped up from their spots and walked over to the living room, seeing the cluster of cousins sitting near the small tree and itching to open the presents that were ready and waiting.  Oliver eyes went to you, who was sitting on a spot in the loveseat and was watching your family members chat together.  Your eyes went to Oliver, whom was simply watching you in his home and thought you looked like you belonged there.  No mater the stress of having you over for only one night, or thinking that the worst kind of conversations would come out, it was all perfect and it worked out smoothly. 

You both locked eyes and Oliver smiled, his cheeks warmed up instantly.  He knew right then and there: he was in love. 

Oliver would propose to you a few months later, right after graduating Hogwarts together, and you both would be married in his backyard under the blossoming trees.    

The End.

Tagged: @a-lumos-in-the-nox

#oliver wood x female reader #oliver wood prompts #oliver wood fanfiction #oliver wood x reader #hp #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter writing #harry potter fandom

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Napoleon x Reader || Drabble

Plot: You’ve had a long, bad day and when the sun sets you just want some comforting from your partner Napoleon. ‘I need you to love me a little bit louder today.’ (Quote found on Pinterest)

Warnings: Exhaustion

Tags: @miss-understood

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When you get to the museum for your nightguard shift, you genuinely find yourself wishing that this was a normal museum for once. Then at least you could sit back and sleep- but no, you have to make sure the exhibits don’t get themselves turned to dust, or go waltzing through DC for whatever reason. You never intended for this one to be a real job - just a way to get money. After all, you already have a first job and that’s what has already done your head in today, - but it’s another headache.

But, alas, even if you are 2 seconds from exploding, you do your job. You have to. It’s kind of life and death, for some. Here.

You lock up the creatures, set out a calculator for the Einstein’s, set up Kah and Al in front of the TV - what the two agree on to watch, you truly have no clue, and honestly, nor do you care tonight. As long as they’re not starting any riots for the next 9 hours, and not fighting, they can watch porn if they damn well please, -, turn on the Moon Landing video for the space sector and a million other little things like hotwiring that one motorbike that Custer likes to ride around on so it doesn’t work, thanking Amelia for helping you out with the Gallery, etc. Until you’re just strolling the halls on leaden legs, making sure you’ve done everything, and eventually-

Stopping.

You can’t go anymore.

“Ugh… “Even leaning against a wall is more effort than your legs are willing to make for you, bit your force yourself to stay up. You do allow yourself the mercy of closing your eyes, though; Putting yourself in your mind-bed. Feeling the covers, cool and forgiving, against your skin and pulling on your dream-pyjamas. Just a shirt and shots will do, you’re really not going to be picky right now. Just as long as they aren’t your confining guard uniform.

Next you turn your fantasy-TV on and flick over to the Discovery channel. Ohhh, how you would like that. Just to not use your brain- just watch animals in the savanna and listen to David Attenborough drone. God, that would be good.

Just as you’re starting to feel the tiniest bit better, crossing your arms and just resting your head against the wall, keeping yourself in that safe space in your head, you hear someone call your name and tug you right out of that chosen reality. Your eyes snap open, frustration lights up in your chest all over again, your last nerve for the day (And probably the next few, too) snapping. “Oh- My god- What!?”

Your blazing eyes land on Napoleon and Ivan- and immediately you feel guilty. The fire simmers still in your chest and your eyes still feel like they’re shooting bullets, but you feel terrible about it; Face falling as you push yourself - with much effort, - off the wall. “Oh guys I’m so sorry- I- “

Surprise flashes through your body as they look anything but mad. In fact, Ivan’s face is pulled into an expression of vague confusion- and concern, which is what shocks you. And, of course, Napoleon looks like he’s about to pop with worry. “Amour- l’ amoureux- Are you okay??”

“I- “

“They certainly don’t look okay… “Ivan speaks for you, which is just as well you suppose- you don’t know that you have the energy to explain. Napoleons eyes don’t leave your form, as you just sigh and cross your arms over your chest; Wincing as you lean back on the wall again.

“They look like they haven’t slept in 7 days and 7 nights, Ivan! They look like they’re dying! Y/N, my darling- “Napoleon, your lover, the only person you want with you right now but wouldn’t want to every bother with your nonsense, reaches forward and his hand just brushes your cheek but you immediately feel the touch pulling you back together. It takes everything in you not to close your eyes and sigh.

He's too good to you. He cares too much. And a lot of the time you wonder how you could possibly be a good suit to him; You swear you could never make him feel as good as he makes you feel.

But evidently that’s just what you need right now. Napoleon’s over-the-top love.

“You know that I would never want to say you look bad- never- truthfully, exhaustion suits you just as well as anything else amour- but are you quite alright?” he’s close to you now, and even though Ivan’s just a few feet away gazing now at a piece of art wobbling around at the far end of the hallway, it feels like it’s just you and Napoleon. “You can tell me. I will take care of everything.”

He looks like he could, and you can’t help but immediately trust him. “I’m just so tired.”

“That’s what I thought. Ivan-” Promptly, he turns to Ivan in that quick, comical way he does; Who turns slowly and raises those bushy brows of his. Yes? “You know what to do.”

Ivan nods, and turns to walk off, but he pauses. He turns to you, sets those deep, dark, heavy eyes onto you, and nods slowly- never breaking eye contact. His own way of saying he hopes you feel better soon, without words. You raise your hand daintily to waive, but Ivan doesn’t care about it and walks off. Well.

Turning back to Napoleon, your safe place, you feel vaguely confused. “What does he know to do- “

“Doesn’t matter. Come this way, amour, get off your feet. Would you like some tea? Coffee? We finally figured out how to use that ridiculous contraption in the kitchen, if you would like a poptart- I believe we have chocolate, strawberry… oh and an odd oreo flavour that I haven’t yet had the desire to test, but Al seems to enjoy it. But that imbecile will eat anything, so- “Napoleon ushers you to the nearest bench, and you actually moan when you sit down- which would be embarrassing, if you weren’t so exhausted. His jabbering sort of becomes background noise for a moment as you close your eyes, but quickly snap them open again when he goes to let you go and catch his arms. “- Mon ange?”

“I- I don’t need anything, thank you… Just you,” The tiniest smile slips across your lips as you look up at him (As he’s standing), a little pleading. You need him right now. Just, your boyfriend. Affection. Cuddles!- “Would you just sit with me, for now? Please?”

“Of course, mon coeur. Always. I am yours.” To your utter relief, Napoleon takes the seat beside you and you instantly stretch one arm through the crook of his and rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes again with a sigh. “Are you sure you do not want to talk about anything, though?”

“Yeah, I’m sure… I just… “Giving the weakest of shrugs, you hum. “Just maybe need you to love me a little louder tonight, baby… “Using all your strength, you lift your head from his shoulder in order to smile delicately up at him. “Think you can do that?”

He looks all-too happy to do so. Really, he looks at you so softly that you would know for sure that he loves you even if he didn’t tell you ever chance he gets. “I am all for you, amour~ “The man gives you a kiss on your forehead and you just about melt. Good god, this man- Truly a miracle worker. You already feel a million times better than before; You can feel all your stresses and frustrations burning to ash inside you.

As you rest your head back on his shoulder, eyes blissfully closed once again, not going to sleep but just soaking up the affection Napoleon is fully devoted to bestowing on you (One arm hugging your waist, fingers hugging your curves and rolls, while the other hand holds up yours and with a simple rub to your knuckles, proceeds to give each fingertip a gentle kiss- which really works. It doesn’t seem like it would, but, it feels like with every butterfly-gentle brush of his lips another bit of terrible exhaustion blinks out of existence and you’re revitalised) and the safety you feel just being alone with him, you faintly hear an announcement over the museum speakers laced in a heavy Russian accent.

“Okay, Prostolyudiny. I am your leader for the evening. Do not search for Y/N- they are no more on this night. Now listen to me, you are all to keep very quiet and keep to your allocated areas. And… “

Vaguely, you listen to Ivan’s monarchist dictations and feel concern that he’s taking over your job for the night, but when you lift your head once again to possibly take up that responsibility again- Napoleon presses a warm, suggestive kiss to your mouth; The kind that’s slow and perfect, not forceful and not leading to anything at all (Just kissing for kissing’s sake. Because he likes to kiss you and you like to kiss him and good god do you need it) and you forget all about it all again.

God, you love this man.

#NATM Napoleon Boneparte x Reader Drabble #Napoleon Boneparte NATM x Reader Drabble #Napoleon Boneparte NATM x Reader #NATM Napoleon Boneparte x Reader #NATM Napoleon Boneparte #Napoleon Boneparte NATM #Drabble #NATM Rogues #NATM Rogues x Reader #Ivan The Terrible NATM #Ivan The Awesome

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Scripts - S6 - Episode 30 (Part 2 of 2)

Flo, Andy/Francis, Ozzy Pt.2, Marshall, Amelia's movies.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Since you’ve made yourself the official mediator, Flo.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I reckon we should pick your clip.

OZZY_IDLE: Confessions Flo-w?

FLO_HAPPY: Ooooh yessss!

GRACE_HAPPY: Are you ever bothered, Flo?

FLO_HAPPY: I try not to be.

FLO_FLIRTY: Unless I’m in luuuuuurve.

Flo gives you a cheeky wave.

CONFESSIONS FLO-W

The onscreen action begins once again.

Flo and {0} are chilling on the daybeds.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m drowning in your eyes.

FLO_IDLE: Maybe I could save you?

FLO_HAPPY: Heard it before my guy.

FLO_FLIRTY: Cute try though.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Fail.

FLO_HAPPY: Don’t worry about it.

FLO_FLIRTY: You’re fun though.

{0}_FLIRTY: Am I the one for you then?

FLO_FLIRTY: Honestly? Nah.

{0}_SAD: Burn. And I was about to ask if you wanted to couple up.

{0}_IDLE: Amelia definitely isn’t into it anymore.

{0}_IDLE: I’m thinking she’s gonna twist.

FLO_SERIOUS: So that’s the real reason you wanted to twist with me?

{0}_IDLE: Maybe. Could be a way to keep us both safe.

FLO_SERIOUS: It would give me a chance to meet my person.

{0}_SURPRISED: And who’s that?

FLO_FLIRTY: Now, that’d be telling wouldn’t it?

{0}_IDLE: So you’re open to coupling up as a friend couple to give you more time?

FLO_HAPPY: I’m all over it! It’ll work out perfectly.

FLO_HAPPY: I came to the villa to meet the one.

FLO_IDLE: I absolutely don’t wanna go home before I meet them.

FLO_SERIOUS: We’ve got a deal!

The clip fades out.

FLO_HAPPY: See? That wasn’t so bad.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Can’t even be mad at you for that.

{0}_HAPPY: Gotta love that honesty!

Ask Flo if she found somebody

PLAYER_HAPPY: So, if {0} isn’t it for you.

PLAYER_IDLE: Did you find that somebody yet?

GRACE_HAPPY: Good question!

FLO_HAPPY: Very good question.

FLO_FLIRTY: One which I think you know the answer to, {0}.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Do I?

FLO_FLIRTY: Dig deep. Think about a chat we just had.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Hmm it’s coming back to me.

FLO_HAPPY: I don’t think so.

FLO_FLIRTY: Not yet anyway…

Tell Flo she’s a legend

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’re kind of a legend, Flo.

FLO_HAPPY: Ya think so?

FLO_HAPPY: You’ve all welcomed me with open arms.

She looks over at {0}.

FLO_HAPPY: Even if I’ve come to make moves on you girl.

{0} laughs nervously.

{0}_HAPPY: We are a welcoming bunch.

Tell Flo she’s OTT

PLAYER_IDLE: Woah, Flo.

PLAYER_IDLE: That was kinda over the top.

PLAYER_IDLE: Are you always that honest?

FLO_HAPPY: Yup.

FLO_HAPPY: And it worked didn’t it?

FLO_FLIRTY: Because here I am!

*Dig out {0}

PLAYER_ANGRY: What the hell are you playing at, {0}!

{0}_SURPRISED: What?

PLAYER_ANGRY: What? How about being a complete scheming snake?

PLAYER_ANGRY: You were coupled up with Amelia, but cracked on as soon as she was out of sight.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: She was doing the exact same thing.

PLAYER_ANGRY: She felt a genuine connection with Marshall.

PLAYER_ANGRY: She wasn’t trying to scheme her way to staying in the villa.

PLAYER_ANGRY: She’s here for the right reasons, but I’m not sure you are.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I felt a spark with Flo.

PLAYER_ANGRY: It doesn’t look like she felt one with you.

Flo bursts out laughing.

FLO_FLIRTY: You’re a boss, {0}.

PLAYER_ANGRY: I’m drowning in your eyes. Who says that?

PLAYER_ANGRY: We’re drowning in your lies.

FLO_FLIRTY: What a zinger! She told you, {0}?

{0}_SAD: She really did. I’ve learnt my lesson.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How about learning some loyalty first?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: And honesty.

FLO_HAPPY: You just became my hero, {0}.

FLO_HAPPY: Can I take some lessons in awesomeness.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m here all week.

GRACE_HAPPY: Love how she pied {0}. But got what she wanted from him.

GRACE_IDLE: It’s what I needed to see after that last clip.

FLO_HAPPY: Glad to be of service.

FLO_HAPPY: I’ll be even more honest with you lot.

PLAYER_IDLE: Oh yeah?

FLO_HAPPY: And admit that I came in here for someone specific.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: Who?

FLO_FLIRTY: {0}.

FLO_HAPPY: It got a bit confusing when she got fake dumped.

FLO_FLIRTY: But I had faith.

FLO_FLIRTY: Now I just have to woo you, {0}.

She flips her blonde hair back over her shoulder and smirks at you.

GRACE_IDLE: Let’s play another movie?

{0}_IDLE: What about Elli-out of sight Elli-out of mind?

ELLIOT_IDLE: That’s a tongue twister.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: Ok, let me prepare myself.

He gives himself a shake and adjusts his glasses.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: Play the movie!

ELLI-OUT OF SIGHT ELLI-OUT OF MIND

Elliot’s clip shows him whispering to the boys…

ELLIOT_IDLE: I am obviously gutted that {0}’s gone.

ELLIOT_IDLE: But me and her didn’t have that much time to get to know one another.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: Surely it would be silly to close myself off?

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: I definitely want to get to know the other girls.

The screen fades to black.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: Erm…

OZZY_IDLE: We did think you’d been dumped, {0}.

{0}_IDLE: Yeah, you couldn’t genuinely think he wouldn’t want to get to know other girls?

Tell those boys to shush

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Oh shut up all of you.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m allowed to feel how I want to feel.

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t need anyone to argue Elliot’s case for me.

ELLIOT_IDLE: I am sorry if that was weird to watch though, {0}.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I’m only into you.

ELLIOT_IDLE: I was just confused and sad that you’d gone so soon into our relationship.

Agree with the boys

PLAYER_HAPPY: Don’t worry boys. I agree.

PLAYER_IDLE: He did nothing wrong.

PLAYER_IDLE: He hadn’t known me that long.

PLAYER_IDLE: Plus, I supposedly went home.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: Thanks for being so cool about it.

ELLIOT_IDLE: I never want to upset you.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: Now we know each other better, there’s no chance my head would turn.

Give Elliot the cold shoulder

Elliot tries to catch your eye, but you turn your back on him sassily.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: {0}?

ELLIOT_SAD: Sorry if I offended you.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: I really didn’t mean it.

ELLIOT_IDLE: It was only you I cared about.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I just need a minute.

ELLIOT_IDLE: The last thing on my mind right now is getting to know anybody else.

ELLIOT_IDLE: I like you.

{0}_HAPPY: What about Crimes of the Kitchen?

GRACE_HAPPY: Sounds fun.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m down.

CRIMES OF THE KITCHEN

The screen shows {0} and the Casa Amor boys in the kitchen cooking for your breakfast date.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Alright, mate, I’ve never seen so much oil in a pan.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Even my toast is gonna beat your breakfast for {0}.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Do ya want any bacon with that oil?

HAMISH_HAPPY: Oil is an aphrodisiac.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: The stuff that comes out of your mouth, I despair.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Let me tip some out for you.

Whilst Marshall’s back is turned, {0} turns the toaster dial up.

The clip cuts to the toaster puffing black clouds of smoke.

MARSHALL_SURPRISED: Oh what!

{0}_FLIRTY: I hope {1} likes her toast cremated.

MARSHALL_SAD: Aw man! It’s ruined.

Marshall tries to retrieve his toast. {0} turns away and does a quick celebration dance.

The screen fades to black.

GRACE_HAPPY: Oh that is golden!

MARSHALL_SAD: It was black, not golden!

{0}_HAPPY: {1}, you’re hilarious.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Best clip so far.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Well, well, well.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: It seems my best mate in here hath secretly been working as my arch-nemesis.

{0}_HAPPY: It was all too easy.

{0}_HAPPY: There are more pranks where that came from.

Start a round of applause for him

PLAYER_HAPPY: That deserves a round of applause.

You stand up and start clapping.

Your fellow Islanders follow your lead, whooping and cheering.

GRACE_HAPPY: What a legend.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I’m in awe.

{0} bows with a cheeky wink in your direction.

{0}_FLIRTY: Hopefully you’re my biggest fan, {1}.

Tell him off

PLAYER_SURPRISED: {0}, that might be cheating!

{0}_IDLE: I can’t tell if you’re joking or not, {1}.

{0}_FLIRTY: I like it.

GRACE_HAPPY: She must be.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Are you?

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t know, am I?

{0}_HAPPY: I love the suspense.

Eat your popcorn and ignore him

You ignore the reactions of the other Islanders and start munching on your popcorn.

{0}_IDLE: {1}?

GRACE_HAPPY: How can you not find that funny?

AMELIA_HAPPY: We used to pull pranks all the time when we were growing up.

PLAYER_IDLE: Never said I didn’t find it funny.

{0}_HAPPY: I love the suspense.

{0}_IDLE: Ok, what clip we picking this time?

MARSHALL_SURPRISED: Wait, what’s that one?

OZZY_SURPRISED: You have got to be kidding me.

GRACE_SURPRISED: No way!

{0}_SURPRISED: Ozzy Making Moves Part 2!

OZZY_SAD: Just get it over with.

GRACE_SAD: I’m so over this.

OZZY MAKING MOVES PART 2

The clip goes back to you and Ozzy on the terrace once more.

OZZY_SAD: I’d just always regret tonight if…

OZZY_SAD: If you were dumped and maybe there was something more…

But this time… It shows your response.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You might be right there Ozzy…

PLAYER_HAPPY: We’re in the Love Island villa, after all!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: We should be open to exploring each other…

OZZY_FLIRTY: That’s what I mean.

OZZY_FLIRTY: Exploring sounds like fun…

PLAYER_FLIRTY: And I don’t see a ring on your finger, just yet.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Maybe if we were both single, Ozzy…

OZZY_IDLE: I feel you.

OZZY_FLIRTY: Right place, right time.

PLAYER_IDLE: Exactly.

OZZY_IDLE: It’s still early days in here, who knows what could happen…

PLAYER_FLIRTY: The best is yet to come.

OZZY_HAPPY: I hope you’re right.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m still processing.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: This was a bit of a surprise!

OZZY_IDLE: I respect that.

OZZY_FLIRTY: I’m glad I said something, though.

OZZY_IDLE: I’d feel like a right plank if I kept quiet.

The screen cuts to black.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: So I guess that was my clip.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: But somehow also another way for me to look bad.

GRACE_ANGRY: Ugh. I feel sick.

{0} shifts awkwardly in his chair. He avoids your eye.

{0} glances at you, a flash of annoyance on his face.

GRACE_ANGRY: It’s all so disrespectful.

Remind Grace about Hamish!

PLAYER_ANGRY: Grace, stop!

PLAYER_ANGRY: You seem to forget how often your lips were glued to Hamish’s in Casa.

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s hypocritical.

GRACE_ANGRY: Whatever, {0}.

AMELIA_IDLE: You two just need to take a breather.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: This is too much.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Yeah I’m sick of seeing your face on the big screen, Oz.

OZZY_ANGRY: Leave it.

Apologise

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m sorry.

PLAYER_IDLE: That’s just how it went down.

PLAYER_IDLE: Can’t change it now.

AMELIA_IDLE: Let’s just be chill about it.

GRACE_SAD: I’m trying.

Spill your popcorn everywhere

You stand up and knock your popcorn bucket everywhere.

GRACE_SURPRISED: Was that on purpose?

AMELIA_IDLE: Grace, let’s not.

PLAYER_IDLE: Whoops.

FLO_HAPPY: I’ll still eat that. Five second rule.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Oh the drama.

OZZY_ANGRY: Leave it Marshall.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: I knew that you two were flirty.

GRACE_SAD: It just sucks to see it up there in HD.

GRACE_SAD: Especially because I don’t think you two are done flirting yet.

Ozzy catches your eye for a brief second.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: Trust me Grace, I’m not loving it either.

GRACE_IDLE: It wasn’t that bad.

GRACE_IDLE: No proper flirting and nothing I didn’t already know.

OZZY_IDLE: Yeah? Good.

There wasn’t enough drama

PLAYER_FLIRTY: That was boring! I want more drama.

PLAYER_IDLE: My clip was so tame.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: Don’t tempt fate.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: I’m done with drama.

OZZY_IDLE: Yeah, please no more.

I’m relieved

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m relieved. I didn’t want to add to the drama.

AMELIA_IDLE: We’ve had enough for one evening.

GRACE_SAD: Exactly.

OZZY_IDLE: Let’s just sack the rest of the clips off.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: No way.

OZZY_IDLE: Oh yeah, we’ve still got yours to go, lil bro.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Nothing little about me.

Knock your popcorn everywhere

You stand up and knock your popcorn bucket everywhere.

GRACE_SURPRISED: Was that on purpose?

AMELIA_HAPPY: Wouldn’t put it past her.

PLAYER_IDLE: Whoops.

FLO_HAPPY: I’ll still eat that. Five second rule.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Oh the drama.

OZZY_IDLE: Your clip is coming up, lil’ bro.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Nothing little about me.

PLAYER_IDLE: We must be nearly done.

OZZY_IDLE: Just two to go.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Mine won’t even be bad.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Calling it.

PLAYER_HAPPY: The Twin Brothers Grim, reckon that’s gotta be yours, Marsh.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Ya think?

MARSHALL_IDLE: Lights, camera, action!

THE TWIN BROTHERS GRIM

The screen shows a montage of Marshall talking.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: I’ll tell you about the real Ozzy.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: And you might not like what you hear…

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: Don’t be fooled by his nice boy persona.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: Ozzy’s always been good at putting on a show.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: Ozzy, on the other hand, he’s slow, stubborn and way too proud.

MARSHALL_SAD: Last time I checked he was still a backup dancer.

The screen fades to black.

The Islanders are stunned. Amelia looks at you, her eyes full of shock.

OZZY_SAD: Wow.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Wow what?

OZZY_ANGRY: Did you just come to the villa to dump on me?

MARSHALL_IDLE: Nope, came to find the girl of my dreams.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: You’re gonna lose her.

MARSHALL_ANGRY: This is all irrelevant.

You’re obsessed with Ozzy!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You’re obsessed with Ozzy!

PLAYER_IDLE: Every chance you got in Casa, you would bring him up.

MARSHALL_SURPRISED: That’s an exaggeration, {0} and you know it.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: It’s healthy to vent.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Maybe you’re the one obsessed with him.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Don’t try to deflect this onto me.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Take ownership of how you’ve acted.

AMELIA_ANGRY: Yeah, and don’t talk to my sister like that.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: This is stupid.

Just make up

PLAYER_IDLE: You need to stop behaving like a kid and say you’re sorry.

MARSHALL_ANGRY: As if Ozzy is blameless in this situation?

AMELIA_ANGRY: He wasn’t the one talking bad about his brother.

AMELIA_IDLE: That’s just icky.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I give up.

Siblings do argue

PLAYER_IDLE: Siblings do fight. Maybe we should give Marshall a break?

MARSHALL_IDLE: Exactly! Somebody speaking sense.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: I don’t know, {0}, it isn’t like a one-off argument.

AMELIA_IDLE: Bad mouthing your brother when he’s not there to defend himself?

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: I was just venting.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: I’m not liking this side of you, Marshall.

She looks over at you.

AMELIA_IDLE: I’d never talk about you like that, {0}.

AMELIA_IDLE: And I’m sure you wouldn’t talk that way about me.

FLO_IDLE: It’s your girl, the mediator, back again.

FLO_HAPPY: One more clip!

FLO_HAPPY: I’m so full of popcorn I need to sleep soon.

{0}_IDLE: So we’re ending on Am(elia) Gonna Be Famous.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: I’m nervous.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Roll the final clip!

AM(ELIA) GONNA BE FAMOUS

The final clip shows Ivy and Amelia in a private chat.

AMELIA_SAD: I do sometimes regret not taking the opportunity Zeph gave me.

AMELIA_IDLE: My life could have been so different.

AMELIA_SAD: Maybe even better.

AMELIA_IDLE: I don’t know why I’m thinking about it now.

The clip finishes and you feel the others looking at you.

Amelia holds out her hand to you.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: {0}? You ok?

Kick off

PLAYER_ANGRY: I thought I was done hearing about this whole Zeph thing.

PLAYER_ANGRY: But more keeps coming out.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: It’s getting ridiculous.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: What else haven’t you told me?

AMELIA_SAD: I can explain everything, ok?

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Let’s finish up here and then we can go somewhere and talk.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Now we’re not the only twins arguing, eh Oz?

OZZY_ANGRY: Stop.

Ask what she meant

PLAYER_ANGRY: What opportunity did you mean?

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Can we talk about it in private after we’re done here?

AMELIA_IDLE: Then I can explain properly, if you want.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Now we’re potentially not the only twins arguing tonight, eh Oz?

OZZY_ANGRY: Stop.

Take her hand

You take Amelia’s hand and squeeze it.

PLAYER_IDLE: We’ll be fine.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: I promise we can talk about it if you want to know the whole story.

PLAYER_IDLE: Ok, Amelia.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Looks like we’re the only twins arguing tonight, eh Oz?

OZZY_ANGRY: Shush.

The screen finally fades to black and the Islanders start to disperse, tension hanging heavy in the air.

Amelia gestures for you to follow her.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Can we talk now?

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: I owe you a massive explanation.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: I know you’re angry and I get that. Let me tell you everything!

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’m waiting.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: I’ve tried to tell you this a few times in here.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: But something keeps getting in the way.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: What is it?

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Ok, well you remember when Zeph suddenly upped and left?

PLAYER_ANGRY: How could I forget?

AMELIA_SAD: Sorry, silly question. Well, he didn’t leave as abruptly as you thought.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: He spoke to me about it first.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Really? Why didn’t you tell me?

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Because of what he said to me. But I have to tell you now.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: What was it?

AMELIA_SERIOUS: He asked me to go on tour with him.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: No way!

AMELIA_IDLE: He wanted me to travel the world with him.

AMELIA_IDLE: He knew I always wanted to travel, so thought this’d be the perfect chance.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Instead of uni?

AMELIA_SERIOUS: I’d have done a gap year. He knew I wanted to work in events.

AMELIA_SAD: He thought this might be a good career launcher for me.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Why didn’t you go then?

AMELIA_SAD: I couldn’t do that to you. I knew you’d caught feels for him.

AMELIA_SAD: It’d have felt like I was betraying you.

AMELIA_IDLE: Plus, I didn’t want to be apart from you for that long.

You should have gone

PLAYER_SAD: Aww Amelia! You should’ve gone on that tour.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: That was such a cool opportunity.

AMELIA_HAPPY: It didn’t feel right.

Thanks for thinking of me

PLAYER_HAPPY: I really appreciate you thinking of me.

PLAYER_HAPPY: That can’t have been an easy thing to turn down.

AMELIA_IDLE: Not gonna lie, I was pretty tempted.

AMELIA_IDLE: But it didn’t feel right to me.

I feel bad now

PLAYER_SAD: Now I feel guilty about it. You’d have gone if it wasn’t for me.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: One, you didn’t know about it. And two, you’re my sister.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You’ll always come first.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: I wasn’t going to leave you to mope around by yourself.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I thought it’d be more fun if we moped around together.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Only joking, we had a vibey summer at home.

I’m still hurt you kept it from me

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I still can’t believe you didn’t tell me earlier.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Way earlier! Seriously, Amelia?

AMELIA_SAD: I know, I should’ve told you at the time.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: I thought telling you would make things sting more.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: You should’ve just explained at the time!

AMELIA_SAD: I know that now. And if I could go back I’d tell you everything.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: But I just wanted to focus on getting you smiling again.

AMELIA_IDLE: I thought moving on was best for us both.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: I obviously wasn’t going to go and leave you.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You’ll always come first.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Did you regret staying?

AMELIA_IDLE: I did for a bit, but it passed soon.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: And I didn’t need him to launch my career anyway. Thanks but no thanks.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Plus, his music was always overrated anyway.

You both laugh and Amelia gently nudges into you.

AMELIA_IDLE: I promise, this is the last revelation about Zeph. You know everything now.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Ok!

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Back to the here and now. That was an eventful Movie Night!

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: It really was!

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Massive drama! I loved every second of it.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Could you see me stifling giggles behind my popcorn?

PLAYER_HAPPY: I might’ve caught a glance yeah.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: We need to talk about my man Marshall!

AMELIA_ANGRY: Although I’m not sure he’s still <i>my</i> man!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Why’s that?

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: The way he slated Ozzy behind his back! And didn’t own it.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: I know they don’t always see eye-to-eye, but he went too far.

AMELIA_SAD: I know you think it’s just sibling bickering.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: But he should’ve been bigging Ozzy up to us.

AMELIA_SAD: Not slating him, even if they’ve got some beef.

AMELIA_SAD: It kind of gave me the ick.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I did try to warn you.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: And maybe I should’ve listened.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: So, how are you going to play it with him?

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: I’ve got no idea, {0}. I’m clueless like usual.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: I know you were attracted to Marshall at the start of Casa.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Why are you bringing this up?

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Maybe we were too hasty agreeing to twist together, I don’t know.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: I’ve got a lot to think about right now.

AMELIA_IDLE: I wanted to see where your head’s at with Marshall?

Marshall ticks a lot of boxes

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m still attracted to Marshall for sure.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: He’s ticking a lot of my boxes still.

AMELIA_IDLE: Ok, good to know. Thanks for being honest.

Marshall who?

PLAYER_ANGRY: The Marshall ship has sailed for me.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Me and Marshall aren’t close to being a thing.

AMELIA_IDLE: I get that. Good to know where your head’s at.

Who knows?

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I don’t really know where my head’s at.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: That makes two of us.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: I guess we both need to work things out.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: So, did any of the clips put you off anyone?

{0}

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I was a bit put off {0} to be honest.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: Why? His clip was super cute!

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Just a bit cringe I guess.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: My head’s not with him right now.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: Yeah, that’s true. Guess he can’t help being into you though.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I guess he’s only human.

Amelia laughs.

{0}

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I was a bit put off {0} if I’m honest.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: Really? I thought his clip was hilarious!

AMELIA_HAPPY: Burning Marshall’s toast to try to win your heart.

AMELIA_HAPPY: What’s not to love?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Agree to disagree I guess.

PLAYER_ANGRY: Elliot saying he wanted to get to know the other girls?

PLAYER_ANGRY: I’d literally just been dumped. Or he thought I had.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Yeah I get that. I’d be annoyed too hearing that.

AMELIA_IDLE: I don’t think he meant anything by it though. And he had just got here.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Like he said, he’s fully closed off to other girls now.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Hmmm.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I’m sensing your head’s with someone else anyway.

Ozzy

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Ozzy’s put me off him a bit.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: Even though you already knew about it?

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I guess seeing it back made it all the more cringe.

Marshall

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I’m with you, Marshall’s clip didn’t sit well with me.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: He shouldn’t have been talking about Ozzy like that.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: One million percent!

{0}

PLAYER_ANGRY: Seeing {0} egging on the boys to cheat. Ergh.

PLAYER_ANGRY: Major ick!

AMELIA_ANGRY: I know, right! Ozzy’s actions are on Ozzy.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: But {0} didn’t help at all!

PLAYER_SERIOUS: No, really snakey behaviour!

{0}

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I was a bit put off {0}.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: Really? But her clip was super cute.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You could see how much you meant to her.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Maybe it felt a bit intense, I don’t know.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I guess my eggs are more in someone else’s basket right now.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: I guess so.

Flo

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I was a bit put off Flo really.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Hearing her scheming with {0} didn’t sit right.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Especially as it could’ve left you single if you’d stuck with him.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: True, although I was never sticking.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: And she had to make some moves. I thought it was funny.

AMELIA_HAPPY: She’s got a load of confidence.

No, all good

PLAYER_HAPPY: All good on my end. You expect a bit of drama with Movie Night.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: And we sure got it!

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Oh, so I’ve got my read on this, but I’ll ask to be sure.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Now you’ve seen the clips from Flo and {0}...

PLAYER_IDLE: Go on…

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Which girl are you feeling most into now?

{0}

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s got to be {0}.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Thought so. Makes sense, you’ve known her longer.

Flo

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s got to be Flo.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I thought so!

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Speak of the devil, looks like she wants a chat with you.

You see {0} waving you over to join her on the swing seat.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Looks like someone’s waiting for you by the swing seat.

You see {0} waving you over to join them on the swing seat.

You head over to the swing seat.

{0}_IDLE: Hey, {1}.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: That was a lot, wasn’t it?

It was all drama

PLAYER_SURPRISED: It definitely was all drama.

{0}_HAPPY: Apart from a few sweet moments.

PLAYER_IDLE: Oh, yeah.

PLAYER_IDLE: They got a bit overshadowed by the drama.

{0}_IDLE: I think you might be right about that.

{0}_FLIRTY: More sweet moments to come though I reckon.

Not enough drama

PLAYER_IDLE: In my opinion there wasn’t enough drama!

{0}_SURPRISED: Really?

{0}_IDLE: Your taste in movies might be different than mine then.

{0}_FLIRTY: But I think that’s a good thing.

{0}_HAPPY: We can introduce each other to new stuff.

PLAYER_IDLE: Interesting way to look at it.

{0}_IDLE: I felt bad for the newbies having to watch all the drama unfold.

{0}_IDLE: Being pretty new to the villa, it was quite intense watching all of it unfold.

{0}_SURPRISED: Marshall had a lot to say.

{0}_IDLE: I love the guy, but he was stirring the pot a little.

PLAYER_IDLE: You think?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Especially with the whole Ozzy and Grace thing.

PLAYER_IDLE: You wanna talk about the Ozzy flirting don’t you?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Well, yeah. I think we have to.

{0}_IDLE: I don’t want to dwell on it.

{0}_SAD: But the flirting made me wonder if you’re still into him.

It’s complicated

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s all complicated I guess.

PLAYER_IDLE: There’s a lot to figure out.

PLAYER_IDLE: Not just with Ozzy.

PLAYER_IDLE: But there might be some feelings there.

{0}_IDLE: Hmmm, that’s good to know.

{0}_IDLE: I just wanted to make sure I spoke to you about it.

It’s none of your business

PLAYER_SERIOUS: It’s not really any of your business.

{0}_SURPRISED: I hear ya, {1}, but it kind of is.

{0}_IDLE: I know I don’t own you, but we are coupled up.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I thought that meant something.

{0}_IDLE: I know we aren’t coupled up.

{0}_IDLE: But I thought we were getting close.

PLAYER_IDLE: I just don’t really want to go into it.

{0}_IDLE: I’ll try and respect that.

I’m not, really

PLAYER_IDLE: I mean, not really.

PLAYER_IDLE: That clip was from pretty early days.

{0}_IDLE: I get that.

{0}_IDLE: Doesn’t necessarily mean the feelings have disappeared though.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’ve answered the question.

{0}_IDLE: I just had to ask about it.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: It would’ve pressed on my mind otherwise.

{0}_IDLE: Well, I’m pretty confident that I can take your mind away from Ozzy.

PLAYER_IDLE: Oh, are you?

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Yeah, it did get heated.

{0}_HAPPY: You didn’t really flirt with him in your clip though.

{0}_FLIRTY: I was pretty happy about that.

{0}_IDLE: Not that I would’ve judged if you had.

PLAYER_IDLE: I would hope not.

So you weren’t jealous?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You weren’t jealous at all?

{0}_FLIRTY: Interesting question.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Is it?

{0}_IDLE: I don’t always know how you feel.

{0}_FLIRTY: But I know how I feel.

{0}_FLIRTY: Don’t want to waste my time being jealous.

{0}_HAPPY: I’d rather focus on spending time with you…

So we’re good?

PLAYER_IDLE: So, we’re all good?

{0}_HAPPY: Absolutely.

{0}_FLIRTY: Movie Night couldn’t change the way I feel about you.

{0}_HAPPY: I just wanted to make sure I got to steal a little time with you.

So what now?

PLAYER_IDLE: So what now?

{0}_IDLE: I just wanted to chat to you, to be honest.

{0}_IDLE: To make sure you were ok.

{0}_HAPPY: Plus, it was an excuse to steal you for a bit after all the chaos.

{0}_FLIRTY: I think I should ask you how you really felt about my clip…

I liked seeing your close-up

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I enjoyed all your close-up shots.

{0}_HAPPY: Really?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Mmmmm hmmm.

{0}_FLIRTY: What a coincidence.

{0}_FLIRTY: I enjoyed yours too.

{0}_HAPPY: You’ve got a face made for the big screen.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Do you think so?

{0}_HAPPY: Without a doubt.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m just glad you weren’t too put off by what I said about getting to know people.

{0}_IDLE: My mind is solely on you.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m just glad you weren’t too put off by anything I said.

{0}_IDLE: My mind is solely on you.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m just glad you weren’t put off by my little toast prank.

I was shocked

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I found it quite shocking.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: That doesn’t sound good.

{0}_IDLE: You’ve got me sweating now.

PLAYER_IDLE: I just didn’t realise you’d thought about getting to know other girls.

{0}_IDLE: It was just because I thought you’d gone.

{0}_IDLE: And we hadn’t spent that much time together.

{0}_IDLE: My mind is solely on you.

PLAYER_IDLE: I didn’t know you’d been so loyal.

{0}_HAPPY: Straying wasn’t on my mind at all.

{0}_IDLE: My mind is solely on you.

PLAYER_IDLE: I didn’t realise you were into pranking people.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ve got a cheeky side.

I’m over it

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m over it.

PLAYER_IDLE: Done with Movie Night already.

{0}_IDLE: I think that’s a good thing.

{0}_HAPPY: Nothing we can do to change it.

PLAYER_IDLE: Exactly.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m just glad you weren’t too put off by what I said about getting to know people.

{0}_IDLE: Because my mind is solely on you.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m just glad you weren’t too put off by anything I said.

{0}_IDLE: Because my mind is solely on you.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m just glad you weren’t put off by my little toast prank.

{0} smiles at you gently.

{0}_HAPPY: It’s been a long night.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I guess I should get some rest.

As you stroll back across the lawn you see Grace engaged in a deep chat with Ozzy and Marshall.

{0}_IDLE: Hey, {1}.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: That was a lot, wasn’t it?

It was all drama

PLAYER_SURPRISED: It definitely was all drama.

{0}_HAPPY: Apart from a few sweet moments.

PLAYER_IDLE: Oh, yeah.

PLAYER_IDLE: They got a bit overshadowed by the drama.

{0}_IDLE: I think you might be right about that.

{0}_FLIRTY: More sweet moments to come though I reckon.

Not enough drama

PLAYER_IDLE: In my opinion there wasn’t enough drama!

{0}_SURPRISED: Really?

{0}_IDLE: Your taste in movies might be different than mine then.

{0}_FLIRTY: I thought there was plenty of drama!

{0}_HAPPY: I was gripped.

PLAYER_IDLE: I could tell.

{0}_IDLE: I felt bad for the newbies having to watch all the drama unfold.

{0}_IDLE: Being the new gal in the villa, it was quite intense watching all of that unfold.

{0}_SURPRISED: Marshall had a lot to say.

{0}_IDLE: He’s a good guy, but he was stirring the pot a little.

PLAYER_IDLE: You think?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Especially with the whole Ozzy and Grace thing.

PLAYER_IDLE: You wanna talk about the Ozzy flirting don’t you?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Well, yeah. I’m definitely intrigued about that one.

{0}_IDLE: I don’t want to assume anything.

{0}_SAD: But the flirting made me wonder if you’re still into him.

It’s complicated

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s all complicated I guess.

PLAYER_IDLE: There’s a lot to figure out.

PLAYER_IDLE: Not just with Ozzy.

PLAYER_IDLE: But there might be some feelings there.

{0}_IDLE: Hmmm, that’s good to know.

{0}_IDLE: I just wanted to make sure I spoke to you about it.

It’s none of your business

PLAYER_SERIOUS: It’s not really any of your business.

{0}_SURPRISED: I hear ya, {1}.

{0}_IDLE: I know I don’t own you, but we are trying to be together.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I thought that meant something.

{0}_IDLE: I know we’re still getting to know one another.

{0}_IDLE: But I want to be on the same page, ya know?

PLAYER_IDLE: I just don’t really want to go into it.

{0}_IDLE: I’ll try and respect that.

I’m not, really

PLAYER_IDLE: I mean, not really.

PLAYER_IDLE: That clip was from pretty early days.

{0}_IDLE: I get that.

{0}_IDLE: Doesn’t necessarily mean the feelings have disappeared though.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’ve answered the question.

{0}_IDLE: I just had to ask about it.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: It would’ve pressed on my mind otherwise.

{0}_IDLE: Well, I’m pretty confident that I can take your mind away from Ozzy.

PLAYER_IDLE: Oh, are you?

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Yeah, it did get heated.

{0}_HAPPY: You didn’t really flirt with Ozzy in your clip though.

{0}_FLIRTY: I was pretty happy about that.

{0}_FLIRTY: Not that I would’ve judged if you had, I like a good flirt too.

PLAYER_IDLE: I would hope not.

So you weren’t jealous?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You weren’t jealous at all?

{0}_FLIRTY: Interesting question.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Is it?

{0}_IDLE: I don’t always know how you feel.

{0}_FLIRTY: But I know how I feel.

{0}_FLIRTY: Don’t want to waste my time being jealous.

{0}_HAPPY: I’d rather focus on spending time with you…

So we’re good?

PLAYER_IDLE: So, we’re all good?

{0}_HAPPY: Absolutely.

{0}_FLIRTY: Movie night couldn’t change the way I feel about you.

{0}_FLIRTY: Movie night wouldn’t change the fact that I like you.

{0}_HAPPY: I just wanted to make sure I got to steal a little time with you.

So what now?

PLAYER_IDLE: So what now?

{0}_IDLE: I just wanted to chat to you, to be honest.

{0}_IDLE: To make sure you were good.

{0}_HAPPY: Plus, it was an excuse to steal you for a bit after all the chaos.

{0}_FLIRTY: I think I should ask you how you really felt about my clip…

I liked seeing your close-up

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I enjoyed all your close-up shots.

{0}_HAPPY: Really?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Mmmmm hmmm.

{0}_FLIRTY: What a coincidence.

{0}_FLIRTY: I enjoyed yours too.

{0}_HAPPY: You’ve got a face made for the big screen.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Do you think so?

{0}_HAPPY: Without a doubt.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m just glad you weren’t too put off by anything I said.

{0}_IDLE: You saw that my mind is solely on you.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m just glad you weren’t too put off by anything I said.

{0}_FLIRTY: I just wanted to get here to meet you.

I was shocked

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I found it quite shocking.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: That doesn’t sound good.

{0}_IDLE: You’ve got me sweating now.

PLAYER_IDLE: I just didn’t realise you’d thought about leaving for me.

{0}_IDLE: I really didn’t think there was anything left for me in the villa.

{0}_IDLE: I was gonna be so bored without you.

{0}_IDLE: You’re the girl I wanted to hang with.

PLAYER_IDLE: I just didn’t realise you and {0} had a plan like that.

{0}_HAPPY: I wanted to get to meet you, plus I knew he’d want to stay.

{0}_FLIRTY: So it all worked out pretty well.

I’m over it

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m over it.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m done with Movie Night already.

{0}_IDLE: I think that’s a good thing.

{0}_HAPPY: Nothing we can do to change it.

PLAYER_IDLE: Exactly.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m just glad you weren’t too put off by anything I did.

{0}_IDLE: Because my mind is solely on you.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m just glad you weren’t too put off by anything I said.

{0}_IDLE: Because I just wanted to come in here and click with you.

{0} smiles at you gently. The moonlight glints deep in her eyes.

{0}_HAPPY: It’s been a long night.

{0}_HAPPY: We should get some rest.

As you stroll back across the lawn together you see Grace engaged in a deep chat with Ozzy and Marshall.

You walk into the bedroom to find the girls sitting on the ends of their beds.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Where are the boys?

AMELIA_IDLE: I think {0} and {1} are making late-night nachos.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m hungry now.

FLO_EMBARRASSED: I’m so full of popcorn please don’t talk about food ever again.

PLAYER_IDLE: Grace is talking to Ozzy and Marshall in the garden…

AMELIA_SURPRISED: Well that’s a plot twist.

{0}_HAPPY: Maybe she’s actually trying to get them to make up.

AMELIA_IDLE: That would be a miracle.

{0}_IDLE: Whatever they’re talking about, I’m keeping out of it tonight.

{0}_IDLE: I actually can’t keep my eyes open.

Your phone pings from the bedside table.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I’ve got a text!

LITEXT: Islanders, get some rest because you’ll be meeting a new arrival in the morning! {0}MorningCuppaT {1}BombshellForBreakfast

Amelia flops onto her bed dramatically.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: The fun never stops does it?

NARRATOR: Another bombshell! Don’t we spoil them.

NARRATOR: Can I just say, nobody told me about the concept of late-night nachos.

NARRATOR: They feed me the villa leftovers, you see.

NARRATOR: I’ve been thriving on a diet of protein smoothie dregs and pizza crusts.

NARRATOR: Yum! Join us next time on Love Island to meet the tasty new Islander.

[crazy-dog-lady-81]

Birthday Surprises

Depending on who she had spoken to, life appeared to either begin at forty or it was one of life’s more daunting milestones. For Amelia, any worries or apprehensions that she may have felt about hitting the big four-oh proved to be way more dramatic than the reality. The fact was that things were entirely the same as they were before. She still needed to get up for work and to take Scout to daycare.

There were no big celebrations planned to mark the occasion because she didn’t want any fuss. To Amelia, it was enough that Kai was coming for the weekend and that they would have two days together, a luxury that they hadn’t had in quite a while. She just wanted to spend time with her partner and son. That was her ideal birthday gift.

As if they knew that she was thinking about them, her phone alerted her to a message from Kai. It was a short video clip in which they sang her happy birthday. It was charming and she grinned and laughed as she watched it. While it struck her as odd that Kai had sent her a video, she was delighted by the sentiment. She texted them a thank you before pushing herself out of bed to get ready for her day.

The Sister House was bedlam, as was par for the course on a school morning. The three older children dashed about in search of gym kits, homework, and lunches. Scout was fussier than usual, refusing to eat his breakfast. He was outraged by her attempts to get his shoes on and told her so with screams and squirms. So, when Meredith offered to take him into daycare for her Amelia was relieved. It meant the she could have a quiet hour to herself before she needed to go to the hospital.

When the kids had gone, she sat on the sofa, sipping a coffee. Her phone beeped. Another message from Kai. She frowned as she read it, not understanding.

“I hope that you are enjoying the peace and quiet, now that the kids are gone. As you don’t have to go to work today, I want you to relax, and take your time to get yourself ready. The car will pick you up at 9am.”

Amelia was in the middle of texting Kai to explain that was indeed working today when another message came through.

“You aren’t working, Shepherd. Trust me and do as you’re told!😘”

She was stunned. She absolutely did trust her tall neuroscientist and was certain that they wouldn’t cause her to miss work. It just wasn’t the way they operated. Still, she was torn. She spent a few minutes deliberating over the matter before deciding to place her faith in Kai. She didn’t have a clue what was going on but she was excited. Surprises were fun to her and whatever Kai was up to, she knew them well enough to know it was nothing bad.

She finished her coffee and spent time straightening up the kitchen before going upstairs to get dressed. Not knowing what Kai was planning, she wasn’t sure what to put on. She texted them and almost immediately received a reply.

“Dress as you normally would.”

Taking her partners advice, Amelia chose a pair of jeans and a burgundy shirt. Hoping Kai would get to see it later, she slipped into some lacy black lingerie before putting on her chosen clothes. It was still only 8am.

Beep. Another message.

“You need to bring an overnight bag.”

Amelia laughed. Kai was up to something that sounded good to her. She placed clothes, underwear, and toiletries into her case. That done, she sat on her bed to await her car.

At 8.55am, she took her case downstairs and put on her coat and shoes. She gathered her purse and keys before locking up and waiting on the veranda. The car was precisely on time and she smiled. It was such a Kai thing to be so exactly punctual.

Bursting with curiosity, she tried to get the driver to tell her where she was going. The man just shook his head, explaining that he was sworn to secrecy. She smiled again and decided to just go with it. With Kai planning this, she was safe. Settling back in to her seat she relaxed and watched the city passing her by.

The journey didn’t take long and a mere thirty minutes later, the car pulled up outside The Four Seasons. Amelia hadn’t been expecting this. Nor was she expecting Kai to open the car door and assist her out.

Kai smiled and her heart melted. “Hey you”, they said.

“Hey you”, she replied. “What’s all this?”

“This is me saying happy birthday, Shepherd.”

She stood on her tippy toes, resting her hand on their chest for support before drawing their face to hers. Their lips met in a sweet, tender kiss. “Thank you, Kai.”

“You haven’t seen it all yet. Come, let’s get you inside.”

They tipped the driver generously and took her case from him. Taking her hand, they led their girlfriend into the hotel and to the elevator.

“Don’t we need to check in?” Amelia questioned.

“No. I checked in last night. We’re good to go, sweetheart.”

“How long have you been planning this, Bartley?” she asked as the rode up to their floor.

“Since l learned that today was your fortieth birthday. You didn’t think to tell me that fact madam?” Kai chided her playfully.

“I didn’t want a fuss. It’s just another day. At least it was until you came along with your text message instructions.” She bumped hips with them to show she meant this affectionately.

They stopped at a door and Kai keyed them in. They held the door open for her while she stepped inside. They followed and let it click gently shut behind them.

Amelia was surprised for the second time that day. A bouquet of flowers sat on a table by the window, along with a card and a wrapped gift. A Victoria Secret bag lay on the bed. A cheeky smile rose to her face. She turned Kai and quipped, “It’s my birthday, not yours!”

“Well, I deserve a treat too.”

“All I wanted for my birthday was you and Scout”

They smiled shyly but when they looked down into her eyes, they were filled with a loving intensity.

“You have me. I am yours for as long as you'll have me. ”

“I’ll always want you because I love you.”

The words slipped out and she didn’t find herself wanting to pull them back in. She did love Kai. Probably had done almost from the day she met them. It was time they knew how she felt.

“I love you too”.

They stooped to capture her lips with their own, wrapping her in their arms to pull her close. The kiss was long and passionate. They slowly lowered her onto the bed and that’s where Amelia spent the remainder of her fortieth birthday. Not that was complaining. Far from it. In fact, this was her best birthday yet.

#kai bartley #greys anatomy #amelia shepherd #amelia x kai #kaimelia #amelia shepard #kai x amelia

[nerdychick13]

Hello again lovelies! I had to take a break to process everything that’s happened in the villa but I’m back and ready to give you my hot take on the past couple of days. So I saw Roberto grafting on all the girls. Of course Ivy thinks she’s got more of a chance with him than I do but good luck with that! I can’t believe the stare-off between Jamal and Roberto. It looked really charged when I got over there. I wonder if there could be something more in those heated eyes…

Anyways, everybody was on edge for the dumping. I knew I wouldn’t be leaving but I did worry for Grace. She’s such a nice girl and I know there’s someone right for her in the villa. I also knew Amelia would be safe because she just got here. Nobody sends the bombshell home right after she gets in. Oh sorry, I forgot about Meera. She turned out to be such a bitch didn’t she? Oh well, she deserved to get dumped twice, but I digress. Thank God Ivy left! And I can’t believe she would think I wanted advice from her after she lied to me about Roberto’s secret fantasy before the challenge!! I told Ryan he should go after her, but apparently he doesn’t like Ivy enough to leave the villa with her. Shocking I know!

And now that Ivy’s gone, I have a clear path to Roberto. I was so hurt seeing him try to kiss Amelia in my bed! He says it was a misunderstanding and he mixed us up in the dark but seriously?! We don’t even look that much alike! Once again, Roberto and Jamal got into a *very* heated argument over moi. I think those two might have some hidden feelings for each other, in which case I would gladly stop grafting them so they can explore their relationship. If either Roberto or Jamal want to make things work with me, it’ll take a lot of convincing. Ozzy swooped in and calmed the boys down. I think he’s moved into first place in my heart at this point. And I’m excited to know he feels the same way about me! I really left an impression on him when I stroked his hair.

Ryan really had some insights to share. Hearing Roberto got two-timed helped me understand where he was coming from. I also like how Ryan put in a good word for Jamal. He’s a good friend and I think I will talk him up to Amelia. Now that Ivy’s out, Ryan deserves a relationship with a woman who’ll treat him right. I was surprised to hear that he was flirting with Grace, but I do feel better about cracking on with Ozzy now that she’s looking at Ryan.

The Good, The Bad, The Sexy was so much fun! I loved seeing Roberto riding that mechanical bull. He’s so muscular, I can’t even form words to describe his hotness!! Roberto does need help with his dancing though. I liked our slow dance together. I hope to show him more moves of mine soon. Jamal wasn’t able to stay on as long as Roberto, but at least he has rhythm. His dance had me wanting more! Ozzy didn’t stay on the bull as long as Roberto, but his lap dance was by far the best of all three! Grace wanted to show up Ozzy by kissing Roberto, so I snogged Ozzy after his dance. Don’t get mad, get even. I dominated that bull, even if I got thrown off at the end. I also gave Ozzy my sauciest moves, sealed with a passionate kiss. I know who I’m picking at the recoupling. Ryan tried to impress Amelia but he needs a lot of help in that department. Poor Lewie has no skills on the bull or the dance floor but he put his heart into it! I was pleasantly surprised when Bella picked me for her lap dance. I wish she had been more serious about it. If she’s throwing her cap in the ring with Roberto, Ozzy, and Jamal, I want her to be as all in as they are. I did tell Grace that she should be worried. I’m coming for Ozzy, and Ozzy clearly wants me more than he wants Grace. I made it clear to Bella I like her, but she’s not the only islander I’m interested in either. But the real surprise was Ryan stirring the pot! No wonder Ivy was drawn to him - he’s a little schemer! I didn’t want to hear anything he had to say, so I let Ryan leave without hearing his hot takes on the remaining boys. I know I want Ozzy, so when Grace said she had doubts about him, I told her not to pick him at the next recoupling. It only makes sense that she should have a partner she feels more secure with. But she didn’t take my advice. She picked Ozzy at the recoupling, so I gave him a little wink so he wouldn’t forget about me. Grace knows what Ozzy and I have but she chose to couple with him again. She could’ve picked someone else, but she didn’t. So we are gonna crack on, even though I’m with Roberto now. I’m willing to play the long game before I get Ozzy officially. Amelia and Jamal felt the need to tell me they kissed. OMG why? I could’ve lived without knowing that. They were properly coupled and I didn’t even kiss him in the challenge. Still, knowing my choice was between Roberto and Jamal has me cringing thinking about him kissing my twin. Ugh, that’s gonna take a while to wash from my brain. Luckily, Roberto and I have the Hideaway all to ourselves. And yes, he tastes as yummy as he looks! Whipped cream suits him well. I had only one thing on my mind that night and it was Roberto’s hot, sweaty body under me. That is until I got the text we’re getting new islanders in the morning. I don’t care who comes in, as long as they stay away from Ozzy. It’s hard enough just competing with Grace over him. He doesn’t even want her and she’s stubbornly hanging on to a failing relationship. Oh well. I’ve got more time to sell one of the other guys so she’ll loosen her grip on Ozzy. Until next time…

#litg2 #love island the game #litg #litg season 6 #litg ozzy #litg grace #litg spoilers #litg s6 #litg roberto #litg headcanons #litg mc #litg jamal #litg hideaway

[911whatsgoinon]

why do you have a gun?

Buck knew if anything happened to her, he would never forgive himself.

He had offered to babysit Amelia, wanting to give Maddie and Chimney a date night, since why not? He loved spending time with the little girl, and she had been so excited when Buck told her they could build a blanket fort, and watch a movie, and even eat cotton candy if she didn’t tell her parents.

And all that had indeed gone to plan, with one happy, warm girl curled against his side as the opening scenes of Frozen began playing across the screen, a bowl of popcorn balancing precariously between them, both of them tucked under possibly too many blanket, all propped up with two chairs.

Unfortunately for Buck, this arrangement very quickly put quite a lot of strain on his back.

“Hey, Melia, can Uncle Buck take a quick bathroom break?”

“Okie!”

Buck paused the movie, struggling his way out of the fort, running to the bathroom.

On his way out, however, were when things went slightly downhill. It was a shadow out of the corner of his eye that he spotted, trying not to look directly at it, whatever, or whoever it was, wouldn’t know he saw them. Buck took his time washing his hands, drying his hands and pulling out his phone, wracking his brain for a solution. It was definitely a person, probably a man, if the broad silhouette was any hint. He slowly called 911, waiting for a pick up before ducking around the corner.

“911, what is your emergency?”

“Hi, uh, there’s a guy standing outside my house, and he’s been there for a while, he doesn’t look to be armed...”

Lightbulb went off in his head as he crept towards his bedroom, where there was a gun safe, and a handgun, if he remembered what he had been gifted for his birthday. Rattling off his address while his hands worked on the safe. He pulled out the gun, creeping back towards the tv room.

“Help is on the way.”

“Thank you.”

He left the call on, but tucked his phone away, just in case he needed his hands.

“Why do you have a gun?”

Buck’s blood ran cold. How could he forget what the focus of this whole night had been about, how could he forget about her?

“Okay Amelia, you have to do something for uncle Buck, okay?”

“Okay! What is it?”

“You know the little box in my bedroom?”

“The one with the blankets?”

“Yes, that one, i need you to go into my room and pull the box behind the bed, and then get in it, okay? Tuck yourself in, get comfortable, try to cover your ears, got it?”

“Mmmm okay. Why?”

“Auntie Athena is coming over in a bit, and we want to surprise her by hiding!”

“Oh yay, I’ll go hide now.”

“Good girl. I’ll come get you later.”

Little feet ran down the hall, door shutting quiet after her, letting out a slight sigh of relief as he turned back to problem on hand, freezing again as his eyes scanned the outside of his apartment. The man was gone. Which meant one of two things. Either he got bored and left, or...

He was already inside.

On instinct, Buck ducked and rolled, the shadow of an arm flying over where his head had just been. The glint of a knife was the next thing Buck saw, rushing towards his face, it was just a lucky swerve that saved him. How far away were police?

The sirens followed by the piercing blue and red lights coming through the window gave him his answer, followed swiftly by the sound of a door opening.

“FREEZE!”

Buck immediately dropped the gun, leaping away from the man dressed in black, who also dropped his knife, slowly raising his hands.

Athena ran in, looking between the two before gesturing to the other officers, who surged forwards to the other man, cuffing him and leading him away.

“Well well well.”

“Thanks Athena. Now, i did tell Amelia that you were coming over.”

“Amelia is here?”

“Yes? Speaking of, do me a favour and don’t tell Maddie or Chimney this ever happened.”

#protective buck #Amelia is safe for now don’t worry I wouldn’t do that. #or would I lol #911 #911-fanfic #Evan buck buckley #buck buckley #Evan buckley #Amelia joy han #Madney kid #minti’s words

[somewhatgreatexpectations]

As It Was (Wanda Maximoff/ Reader)

Hello, everyone!

Summary: Everything has fallen apart in Westview, will Wanda be able to piece it back together? Will you be there to help her through it? With some surprise guests.

Song used: "As It Was" by Hozier (2019)

The anxiety in Wanda’s chest grew as she watched the twins struggle under Agatha’s magical hold. Despite the anxiety and fear clawing at her chest, Wanda kept her expression calm. She refused to let the twins think they were in danger and she'd be damned if she let Agatha see her fear.

“My powers work out here, or did you forget?” Wanda sneered.

Agatha smiled menacingly. “No, dear. I’m counting it.” The twins quickly attempted to escape only to be pulled back and thrown to the floor by their necks under Agatha's hold.

Wanda’s eyes widened in horror as she immediately sent a blast of energy at Agatha’s chest. The force of the blow sent the witch flying back and away from the twins. “Go home!” She shouted to the two as the red energy flared around her hands.

Billy and Charlie rushed over to their mother's side.

“We’re staying!” Charlie insisted.

Billy nodded in agreement. “Mom we can help!”

Before Wanda could utter a word, Agatha rose from where she had been thrown. A smirk growing on the other woman’s face. “Yeah, Wanda. Let the kiddos help.”

“Now!” Wanda shouted, leaving no room for argument. Charlie wearily took Billy by the arm and flew away, both of the twin's eyes wide with worry. Wanda’s shoulder dropped slightly in relief knowing that at the very least the twins would be safe.

As Agatha approached, Wanda sent another blast of energy at her. She was stopped in her tracks when Agatha seemingly absorbed the energy. Her blood ran cold at the sight as her nerves grew.

The unease she felt fill her bones caused an unexpected spike of nervous energy to burst from the tips of her fingers and run a gap into the sky above her and into the far distance. After realizing what she had done, Wanda took a calming breath and the gap was repaired immediately.

“I take power from the undeserving. It’s kind of my thing.” Agatha explained mockingly when she saw Wanda scramble. “And you are the definition of undeserving.”

The red energy faded fully into Agatha’s hands and Wanda felt weakness appear in her own hand. She watched in horror as the color was drained. Almost as if the hand itself was dying out. Before she could fully process it, she felt a force push her chest and heave her down the street. Her body skidded to a stop, but the energy continued to linger around her.

“Look, Wanda, sweetheart. You have no idea what you’re doing. Clearly.” Agatha taunted as she moved closer. “So, why don’t you just surrender your magic to someone who actually deserves it. Like me. And I’ll let you keep this sick little fantasy all to yourself… What do you say?”

Wanda rose to her feet, her jaw clenched as the red wisps danced angrily around her fingers. With a small waggle of her fingers, a car was summoned and thrown into Agatha.

Breathing heavily, Wanda made her way over to the car to inspect only to find Agatha missing from the scene. The weary feeling in her chest grew.

Until she looked into the reflection in the cracked glass of the window to see you approaching from the distance. The fist that was clenched around her heart loosened at the sight. “Y/n.” She breathed out as she made her way over to you. “I was so worried about you.”

Silence was all she received as you continued to stare blankly back at her. Wanda fidgeted nervously. “You're upset. I-… I will tell you everything, I promise. But first, I love you, Y/n.” Wanda whispered, tears shining brightly in her eyes.

Your hand rose slowly to caress her cheek. “Wanda.” Her eyes fluttered shut as she easily leaned into the touch, her own hand rising to rest over yours. Desperate to disappear into the comfort you represented.

Wanda felt your fingers flex slightly on her cheek before the energy from your hand threw her into the street. You slowly walked over to her and her eyes widened in fear when she saw empty eyes staring back at her.

Something was obviously very, very wrong.

“Y/n. Y/n, it’s me.” Her words were shaky as you hovered over her. This couldn’t be happening. She couldn’t lose you. If she lost you, you there would be no point in fighting.

Amelia suddenly appeared at your side, a smirk on her face. “And I thought you were powerful.” She turned away from Wanda. “Y/n. Finish her off. I don’t think she’ll fight back.”

“What did you do to her?” Wanda demanded as she attempted to stand. Amelia nudged you and you waved your hand, the earth moving to manipulate itself around Wanda’s legs, effectively pining her down.

Amelia tutted. “I’m just helping her back on the right track, Wanda. With me she’d be so powerful. We would be unstoppable.”

Wanda’s eyes never strayed from you, nervously observing the way you stood without emotion. A stark contrast to the woman who had always been so expressive. “You mean with you she’d be a puppet.” She gritted out through clenched teeth.

Ellie laughed. “Oh, please. You mean like she isn’t already one now? Like you didn’t make her your perfect little house wife? She shouldn’t even be anything other than a shell if it weren’t for your manipulation.”

“That’s not true.”

As Ellie opened her mouth to respond, a voice suddenly appeared in the distance. “Y/N! WANDA!” Wanda turned her head, surprised to see Steve and Natasha running over.

Ellie groaned in annoyance. “Y/n, deal with them. I’ll deal with her.” Wordlessly you walked off, your hands rising at your sides as pieces of the street began floating in the air before you flicked your wrist and threw the objects at the two running Avengers.

Wanda closed her eyes and allowed the energy to destroy the strong earth that was wrapped around her as she leaped to her feet to chase after you.

“Leaving so soon, Little Red?” Agatha called out as she reappeared. Wanda stopped in her tracks and turned to see Agatha smirking back at her. “Everything is going according to plan.”

Wanda nervously watched Steve and Natasha get closer to you out of the corner of her eye. “What plan?” She demanded.

“That’s nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about. I think Amelia here will take care of you.” The woman replied cryptically. In the blink of an eye Agatha disappeared into a purple haze once more.

“I think you should be more worried about the fact that I’m taking your wife.” Amelia taunted before her fist connected to Wanda’s jaw, sending her sprawling out on the lawn.

The pain in her jaw went unnoticed. Wanda’s eyes began to glow angrily as she got to her feet at the mention of you. “You won’t touch her.”

“I think it’s a little too late for that.” Amelia winked suggestively, and Wanda’s hands clenched at the implication.

If looks could kill, Amelia would be six feet under. “Tell me what you did to her.”

Amelia didn’t even flinch. “You see, working with a powerful witch and a vengeful director of S.W.O.R.D has its perks. Agatha gave me a little magic to distract Y/n while I used some new technology to make her ours.”

“Why are you doing this?”

There was a tense moment of silence. “Because you don’t deserve her. If it weren’t for you she would still be with me.”

Wanda shook her head. “We weren’t even together when she left you.”

“She left me because she could only love you.” Amelia’s eyes flashed with anger. “Now that I have her under my control all I have to do is get rid of you and we can finally be together like we always should have. Hayward will take care of the rest.”

The red wisps floating around Wanda’s hands sparked. “She will never love you. Whether she’s with me or not. And I will not let you hurt her or control her.”

Amelia began running at Wanda but before she could get close Wanda flicked her hand and Amelia rose in the air, flailing about angrily as she became encased in the red energy. “It’s too late, Wanda! You can’t stop us.”

Wanda’s eyes flashed. “Nothing you say will ever stop me from protecting her. And I’ll start with you.” Her hand flicked to the side slightly and Amelia went into the house down the street. Wanda flicked her wrist again and the house glowed brightly before returning to its original color. “Let’s see what damage you can do when you’re locked in this house.”

Down the street Steve and Natasha were avoiding the various objects you were firing at them. “What the hell is going on?” Natasha shouted as she narrowly avoided being hit by a piece of concrete.

“I have no idea.” Steve called back as he ducked under a lamp post that was thrown directly at him. “There’s something wrong here. Where’s Wanda?”

As Natasha was distracted by looking for the red-headed witch she was hit with a piece of concrete. A groan fell from her lips as she rolled away. Steve took the opportunity of distraction to close the distance between you both. “Y/n! Enough!” He shouted.

A chill ran down his spine when he met your blank stare. “No.” You replied simply before sweeping his legs out from under him. He quickly sprung to his feet when he felt the earth quickly begin to crawl up his body. Steve was familiar with this fighting tactic of yours.

Your hands clenched slightly in anger as he avoided your trap and you began swinging your fists at him calculatingly, just like he spent years teaching you. All Steve could do was avoid every hit you directed at him. He wouldn��t fight you. He couldn’t.

All he could see when he looked at you was the scared girl he found in the ruble all those years ago. The girl he swore to protect until his dying breath. He couldn’t hurt you even if he wanted to.

As you caught one of his legs in the earth, Steve shut his eyes to prepare for what was to come. Except nothing happened. His eyes opened again to see you on the floor with Natasha standing over you with her stun gun. “What did you do?” He asked worriedly as he scrambled over to you.

“It’s not her Steve. I had to.” Natasha said cautiously. “She’ll wake up in a few minutes.”

“Y/n!” They heard from down the street as Wanda used her powers to propel herself forward, immediately falling to her knees at your side. “Is she okay?”

Natasha nodded solemnly. “She’s fine. I just stunned her. What the hell is going on, Wanda?”

“I-I don’t know entirely. I didn’t mean to-… I just-…” Wanda’s breath became ragged as her hand instinctively found yours, the comfort of the warmth against her skin easing her mind. “I just wanted to protect her. I didn’t want to hurt anyone.”

Steve placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “We know, Wanda. We’re on your side. I should have told you that the last time I saw you... There’s something you should know though.”

Wanda tensed slightly. “What is it?”

Everyone watched with bated breath as you stirred slightly but didn’t wake up. “It’s about Hayward. He’s gone rogue.”

“You mean you’re not here because of Hayward?” Wanda questioned in surprise, her grip against your hand tightening slightly.

“We’re here to stop Hayward from using Y/n as a weapon. He messed with her mind when she was in S.W.O.R.D. He’s the reason she wasn’t going to wake up.” Natasha explained.

The information made an anger Wanda had never felt flare within herself. She quickly controlled it though. She knew it wasn’t the time. “He won’t touch her. Ever again.” She gritted out.

Steve’s jaw set. “I agree.”

“That’s something we can all agree with.” Natasha added.

“I thought you were here to fight me.” Wanda admitted, her head falling slightly.

Both Steve and Natasha exchanged looks. It was clear how much pain Wanda was in. Pain that they didn’t even realize. “Of course not, Wanda. We’re a family. We are going to fight with you. With Y/nn.” Natasha said softly.

Tears began glistening in Wanda’s eyes. “You’ll help me protect her then?”

“Of course. I made her a promise. I made you a promise.” Steve replied without hesitation, squeezing Wanda’s shoulder lightly.

Natasha placed her own hand on Wanda’s other shoulder. “We’ve been outside the law before. For Y/n, I’d gladly do it a hundred times more.” Wanda gave a watery smile. “What do you need from us?”

A heavy sigh heaved from her lips as her eyes fell on you. “I don’t know. Everything is falling apart.”

“Wanda.” Steve said suddenly. She looked up at him cautiously, the worry shining brightly in her eyes. “This is your home?”

For a moment she hesitated. “It was supposed to be. Before Y/n-… Before she-”

“Stop.” Steve interrupted, his eyes flashing with determination. “This is the home you built with Y/n. Who you love. So, I ask again, this is your home... Right?”

Wanda nodded, the determination contagious. “This is my home.” She repeated.

Steve smiled slightly. “Then protect it. Nat and I will get Y/n back. You take care of the rest.”

The relief Wanda felt at the words was the final push she needed. She worriedly took another glance at you. “I will. Keep her safe.”

Steve nodded. “That’s a promise. Now go.” Wanda placed a gentle kiss to your forehead before she propelled herself forward in search of the other witch who was an ever-present danger to the town and her own happiness.

Not a moment after Wanda had left, you spring to your feet. Steve tried not to be proud of how you automatically fell into a defensive stance.

Natasha slightly nudged Steve out of his thoughts. “Look at her neck.”

Almost immediately his eyes fell to the small, almost undetectable piece of metal flashing under the light of the sun. “That son of a bitch.” Steve muttered under his breath.

“Language.” Natasha quickly chided on reflex.

Steve pressed his lips in a line. “Really? Now?”

You tilted your head slightly as you watched them speak, seemingly debating the need to attack or not. Natasha fell into her own defensive stance. “Sorry, force of habit.” She smirked. “New plan?”

“You distract, I’ll pin her, and you get whatever the hell they put on her off.” Steve explained.

Natasha nodded. “Sounds simple enough. Let’s see if she learned any new tricks.” Before Steve could say anything else, she sprinted over to you, catching you off guard and sweeping your legs out from under you. A small huff fell from your lips as you looked up at her in disbelief. “Who do you think taught you that move, kid?” Natasha teased lightly.

You leapt to your feet, your hands clenched angrily as you kicked Natasha in the side. She groaned at the impact.

The satisfied smirk that appeared on your face nearly caused Steve to forget the mission. You were typically calm in fights, but you never got satisfaction from causing others pain. The sight of it made his blood boil. To see the aftermath of what Hayward wanted to make you.

“Steve-… a little… help.” Natasha grunted breathlessly as she strained to keep up with you.

Springing into action, Steve took advantage of your focus on Natasha to grab you from behind pinning your arms to your sides. He winced slightly as he felt the earth crawl up his legs under your manipulation. “Natasha, get it now!”

“This isn’t going to feel good.” Natasha muttered before forming her hand into a fist and punching the side of your neck. The sound of the metal that had attached itself to you falling to the floor was deafening.

Steve winced at the sound of the force of her hit, but you stopped struggling in his arms when the object was gone. “What-Where’s Wanda?” You shouted beginning to struggle in Steve’s arms again. He just tightened his hold.

“Y/n! Y/n stop!” He roared, and you froze.

“STOP!” The shout reverberated through the training room. “That is enough!”

You grimaced as you looked around at the destroyed room. “I-… I’m sorry. I just started thinking of everything and then… And then this happened.”

Your eyes fell to the floor and you could feel a comforting arm wrap around you. “Hey, I'm sorry for yelling... It’s okay. Just how about next time you talk to me instead of destroying the training room?” You nodded, leaning into the man’s side. “I’m here for you, Y/n. Always.”

Tears burned your eyes as you allowed yourself to accept the comforting presence. “Thank you, Steve. For everything.”

You stopped thrashing in Steve’s arms. “Steve?” You whispered. “Steve, I’m sorry.”

Natasha eyes softened slightly. “I think you can let her go now.”

A moment later the arms around you loosened as you looked between the two people in front of you. There were several questions racing through your mind, but only one mattered to you. “Where’s Wanda?”

“She went to go deal with the witch.” Steve explained, and your eyes widened.

Your breathing became heavy. “I have to go help her. Will you two be-”

Natasha quickly interrupted you. “We’ll be okay. Go protect your girl.”

You looked over at Steve who gave you an affirming nod. “We’ll catch up.”

With their assurance you quickly took to the air in search of the woman you loved.

After a few minutes of flying over Westview, a beam of red energy shot into the sky, splitting open the invisible walls that surrounded the town. That could only mean one thing. Wanda.

As you began flying closer, you felt gaps make their presence known in your mind as familiar pain began coursing through your veins.

The sudden appearance of the pain made your vision go spotty as you crash landed in the town square a few feet away from Wanda. Her eyes found you immediately as the red energy continued to burst from her chest.

“N-no.” Wanda stuttered out brokenly as she watched you weakly crawl towards her, your eyes threatening to shut.

“Wanda.” You mumbled out through pained gasps as your vision became even more precarious.

As Wanda was watching you Billy and Charlie crash landed by your side, pieces of them chipping away into the red energy. “Billy! Charlie!” You desperately shouted, feebly crawling over to the twins.

“Momma! Help, Mom!” The twins cried out.

Tears rushed down Wanda’s cheeks as she watched her world slip away before her very eyes. “Now do you see, Wanda? You tied the ones you love most to this twisted reality and now one can’t exist without the other.” Agatha called out, a dark edge to her words. The twins continued to cry out as you strained to get to them. “Save Westview or save your family.”

As the pain was intensifying in your veins you heard a pained scream burst past Wanda’s lips. Your heart broke at the despairing sound.

As quickly as it came, the pain disappeared from your veins as you jumped up and rushed over to Wanda who was crumpled on the floor. You gently helped her up and immediately took her into your arms, pressing your lips into the side of her head as the twins rushed over.

“Mom! Are you okay?” Billy asked anxiously.

The four of you stood in a large embrace for a second before you saw a burst of purple light fly directly towards you all. “No!” Wanda cried as she jumped in front of you and the twins, a forcefield forming around her.

You gathered the twins in your arms as you braced for impact only to open your eyes again to see Wanda straining against a force you didn’t understand.

The life seemingly draining from her hands.

You heart thudded against your chest as you worriedly watched her. “Wanda. Are you okay?”

The twin’s eyes were wide with fear as Wanda nodded faintly. Agatha interrupting before she could properly answer. “How sweet. Good thing my reinforcements have arrived.”

The sound of tires screeching pulled into the town hall just as Amelia flew in. The four of you took matching defensive stances. “Billy, Charlie, your mother and I never prepared you for this but-”

“But you were born for it.” Wanda finished your thought. You both shared a brief smile.

The moment ended when Amelia lunged at Wanda. Before she could touch her, you flew at the other woman, tackling her into the building down the street. You rolled out of the crash landing and raised your fists. “Why are you doing this?” You shouted as you both stared at one another.

“Because you belong to me! It was supposed to be us and then she ruined it!”

You shook your head. “Amelia, this isn’t you. We were friends.”

“We were never friends.” She countered coldly.

You cautiously took a step forward, dropping your arms. “We were. I’ve seen it in my mind. Even after we dated.” There was no response in her eyes which made a thought form in your mind. “We were friends.” You repeated.

Her lips pursed. “No. We weren’t.” Her hand fiddled with a thin scrap of leather that hung around her neck. The action caught your attention and further confirmed your suspicions.

“Amelia. You used to trust me. You can still trust me now.” You said cautiously, your hands raised in the air slightly.

Her eyes narrowed. “There’s only one way you can gain my trust again.”

“And what’s that?”

She smirked. “Leave Wanda.”

“Okay.” You replied.

Amelia faltered slightly at your words, obviously expecting more resistance. “What?”

“Okay. I’ll leave her.” You offered your hand. “Let’s go tell her.”

The skepticism never faded from her expression, but she slowly approached you and took your hand. You tugged her closer so that you were face-to-face.

Before she could react, you quickly ripped the necklace off her neck. “Amelia?” You asked wearily when you noticed her expression shift.

“Y/n?” She mumbled. You nodded in relief. “What happened? Did I-… I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Her watering eyes made you feel for the other woman. She wasn’t in control. “It’s okay. It wasn’t you.”

“Agatha. She took me when I was vulnerable. It’s like I was here, but I wasn’t me.” She mumbled brokenly and rubbed the place on her neck where the necklace used lay. “I would never try to come between you and Wanda. I know how much you loved her.”

You nodded slightly. “I know. It’s okay, Amelia.”

She shook her head, the conflict clear in her eyes. “I should go. I’m sorry.” Before you could react, she ran out of the room. You frowned slightly, wishing there was a way you could have helped her more. There was no time to allow yourself to dwell though because your family needed you.

Without hesitation you flew back to the center of the town square, noticing Billy and Charlie now with Monica and Natasha.

You landed by their side and Billy and Charlie rushed into your arms. You soothingly stroked their hair. “Are you two okay?” You felt them nod into your side. “Where’s Steve?”

Natasha tilted her head slightly. “Making sure Hayward doesn’t go anywhere.”

You followed her eyes to see Steve standing menacingly over Hayward, his fists clenched angrily. Almost as if he was daring him to make one wrong move. To give him a reason.

Just as you were about to ask about Wanda, bright flashes of red and purple collided in the sky as Wanda continued her fight with Agatha. You rushed to fly up to help Wanda in whatever way you could. You couldn’t let her fight alone.

When you got closer one of Wanda’s hands shifted as she created a barrier of red energy. The strength of it forcing you back down to the ground rapidly. “Wanda! Wanda, what are you doing?” You called, meeting her eyes briefly before she turned her attention back to Agatha.

Back on the ground you rushed back over to the twins again, wrapping a protective arm around each of them as you all worriedly watched bursts of red energy hit the no longer invisible walls that surrounded Westview. The clouds that hung over the city made the situation feel even more grim.

The worry expanding in your chest the longer Wanda continued fighting alone.

Suddenly, the flashes stopped and all you saw was Wanda limply floating in the sky, the fight seemingly gone from her system. Your stomach dropped as the twins cried out for her. You quickly tucked their heads into your side to shield them from the terrifying sight. It took every ounce of strength in your being to force back the onslaught of tears that filled your eyes. You had to be strong. For the twins. For Wanda.

Your heart leapt into your throat when a bright burst of red energy suddenly appeared from your wife. Almost as soon as the energy appeared, the storms clouds disappeared and were replaced by a beautiful day in Westview. You smiled at the sight of your wife slowly floating back down to earth. Back to you.

When your gaze finally fell on Wanda up close, your mouth ran dry. She was glowing. The sight of her alone was enough to take your breath away daily, but seeing her now… You were certain you’d never remember how to breath properly again. Your brain had short-circuited and the only cognitive thoughts that remained were of how unbelievably beautiful Wanda was.

You were vaguely aware of her having a conversation with Agatha, but you couldn’t process anything that was said. It was like the world around Wanda faded. Like you were seeing her again for the first time. Before you knew it, she was walking back over to you, her every move appearing in slow motion in your mind. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from her if you wanted to. And you certainly didn’t want to.

The twins rushed out of your arms and into her waiting ones.

“Are you okay?” Charlie asked as she looked up at Wanda anxiously. You slowly made your way over as well.

“I’m okay.” Wanda assured them, pressing a kiss to each of their heads.

Her eyes met yours and you were sure your heart could burst out of your chest at any moment. Everything was so clear now. Wanda was so clear now. As she always should have been. “It looks like the city might need a few renovations.” You said cheekily, your smile faltering when you met Wanda’s sad stare. “I know you’ll make everything right though... Just not for us.” You added quietly as to not worry the twins.

Wanda smiled sadly back at you and the pain in her eyes made your heart lurch into your throat. “No, not for us.”

You nodded solemnly, quirking your lips up slightly so that the twins wouldn’t see your pain. So that Wanda wouldn’t see your pain. “Then it’s time. Let’s go home.” You looked over Wanda’s shoulder to meet Steve’s eyes, his expression fell when he met your stare. A silent look of understanding past between you as he nodded.

He mouthed what looked like “I’m proud of you.” and you could have sworn you saw tears in his eyes before you looked away to prevent the tears from building up in your own.

You wrapped your arm lovingly around Wanda’s shoulder as you began the trek back to the house with your family. Both you and Wanda nodded at Monica and Natasha before you continued onward. There were no words spoken on the way back, it wasn't a time for words. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from her though.

Memorizing every freckle, every shade of green in her eyes. Staring at her as if it would be the last time you ever saw her. Because it just might have been.

The smile that formed on her face each time she caught you made it all more than worth it. When you walked through the doors of the home you felt the comforting energy wash over you once more.

You settled on Charlie’s bed, tucking the blanket around her as Wanda did the same for Billy. “Today was certainly a big day and your mother and I…” You trailed off as you looked over at Wanda who was watching you with a small smile. “We are proud of you both.”

Her smile grew as she nodded in agreement. “Very proud.” You melted at the sight. “You know, a family is forever. We could never truly leave each other, even if we tried. You know, that right?” Both Billy and Charlie nodded with small smiles.

You lightly brushed Charlie’s hair back and pressed a loving kiss to her forehead as Wanda did the same for Billy before you both switched. “Goodnight, my loves.” You said quietly as you walked to the door of the room.

“Goodnight, Momma.” They said in unison. “Goodnight, Mom.”

Wanda stopped by your side at the doorway and you could see the pain in her eyes as she turned to take one last look at the twins. You wished that you could take the pain and bear the burden for her, but you couldn’t. You were in the same pain as you watched your children for a final time. The red energy closing in on the home faster than you could have anticipated. Closing in on the world the love of your life had created with you.

“Billy, Charlie…” Wanda’s voice wavered slightly. You placed a comforting hand on the small of her back and she pushed through. “Thank you for choosing us to be your moms.”

The way that they both smiled back at you and Wanda made your heart break even more as she shut off the light and closed the door behind herself. Wanda walked down the stairs as you were collecting your emotions.

When you finally gathered your emotions and met Wanda downstairs you were confused to find her shutting off all the lights around the house. You turned a lamp back on.

Wanda turned to face you in surprise. “My love, don’t you know it’s bad luck to say goodbye in the dark?” You said in a playful manner, hoping that the words came out lighter than how you actually felt.

For a moment Wanda just stared at you until a small smile overtook her features. It was clear she saw through your attempts. “No, it’s not.”

You smiled slightly as you spun the ring on your finger anxiously. “You're right. It’s not. I just-… I just wanted to be able to see you.”

Her breath hitched slightly. “And?”

Your heart faltered in your chest when she looked at you like that. “And you’ve never looked more beautiful.”

The smile she gave you was small and short lived because the sight of the red energy pressing even closer drew the focus. Wanda took your hand and you hoped she didn’t notice the way it shook.

Unsteadily you turned to face her. “Before I go, I feel I would like to know… Am I still me? What am I now?”

Wanda caressed your cheek and you leaned into her touch. “You, Y/n… are the love of my life. The one person that has kept me above water when I felt like I would drown… Your mind may fragmented and broken and running on pieces of memories that I could never let go. Running on dreams of the future I always envisioned for us... But you're still you.” A tear fell slowly down her cheek and your chest tightened at the sight. “You are my sadness and my hope. But mostly... You are my love.”

Feeling that words would not suffice, you leaned in and connected your lips in loving embrace. Pouring out all the love you had ever felt for the woman before you. Desperately trying to convey the inner workings of your heart. When you pulled away you felt Wanda’s thumb brush lightly over your cheek bone as your tears became impossible to choke down any longer.

“We have found a love when we thought it was all gone from the world. We have found love when we thought we weren’t meant to be. We found love in the future we should have had. Who knows what you’ll find next?” You whispered with a small smile, knowing that even if it wasn’t with you, you wanted Wanda to find love and happiness.

The light from the red energy filled the room and Wanda gently cupped your cheeks as desperation grew in her eyes. The tears now streaming steadily from her eyes. “We’ve said goodbye before, so it only makes sense-” She began.

“That we will say hello again.” You finished the thought quietly as you rested your forehead against hers, bracing yourself for the impact. “Until we meet again, my love.”

As the energy washed over the home, you never let your eyes falter from Wanda’s as the fire-like pain raced into your veins again. You were able to fight it for a moment until the agony forced you to your knees, and your vision became spotty.

“And in a few days, I would be there, love. Ever here that's lived in me is yours just as it was”

You squeezed Wanda’s hand lightly and she hummed so you knew you had her attention. “I like that lyric.”

She shifted her head slightly to look at you, her eyes glimmering curiously. “Why?”

You lifted yourself onto your elbows so you could hover over her, a loving smile on your face. You lightly brushed away a strand of her hair. “Because everything that’s lived in me is yours and that’s as it was. From now until my heart stops beating.”

For a moment she just stared at you, her eyes shining brightly up at you. Your heart soared.

When she yanked you down by the collar to meet her lips, the memory fragmented and suddenly everything was black. All you felt was a searing pain coursing through your veins.

“With this we can keep her vitals low enough to where that freak will think she’s gone. Then we can extract the DNA.” You wanted to scream but no sound came out, the burning just became more intense until-

Your eyes burst open as you struggled to take in small gasps of air. When your breathing evened out, you took in the empty plot of land you were in the middle of. Arms were quickly wrapped around you, pulling you as close as humanly possible and you looked up to meet emerald eyes. “Y/n? Is this really happening right now?”

You nodded slightly. “That pain. That pain that made me black out... It was a memory. It wasn’t because I couldn’t exist outside of your energy. It was the memory of what they did to me and how much it hurt. Your powers are helping me piece everything together in my mind after they scrambled it, Wanda.”

Wanda quickly buried her head into the crook of your neck. “I can’t believe your awake.” She whispered. “Don’t worry. I will make him pay for what he did to you.”

You pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “All that matters is that we’re together. He’s not worth it.”

“Do you-… Can you remember everything?” Her words were hesitant, almost as if she was scared to know the answer.

You tilted your head slightly. “I don’t know. Ask me something.”

“What happened when you tried to cook at the compound?”

You shut your eyes for a moment before you recalled the memory. “I almost burned it down. You admitted that you wanted to live with me that day.”

Her cheeks flushed. “Yes. When did we first admit we love each other?”

Again, you closed your eyes as you attempted to recall the memory only to come up blank. “I don’t… I don’t remember.” You admitted dejectedly.

Wanda’s gently tilted your head up. “It’s okay. All that matters is you’re here. And in my arms.” She smiled as tears fell down her cheeks. “We can always work on getting back the rest of your memories.”

“And we can finally have that happy ending I promised you... I told you we were a happy ending.”

A watery laugh fell from her lips as she nodded and pressed her lips to yours once again. “I missed you so much.” She mumbled against your mouth, the smiles on both of your faces making it almost impossible to continue but you didn’t let it stop you.

With the help of Natasha and Steve, (who cried tears of happiness when he saw you alive and well), both you and Wanda were able to escape the prying eyes of the public. The seclusion working to strengthen your bond, work on your memory, and help Wanda understand her new power. Each day showed process and neither of you could have been happier.

There was a lot to work on, but as far as you were concerned, everything was perfect. As it was.

And there we have it folks! The conclusion of "As It Was" the spin off of my baby "Love Goes". For some reason, it took me so long to be able to write this conclusion even though I knew everything I wanted to happen. And you will all be pleased to know I had always intended a (Semi) happy ending for Wanda here!

It was been a journey and I truly thank you all for sticking around. I sincerely hope you all enjoyed. As always thoughts and comments are always welcome. :)

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Seasons of PD: Season 7: Don’t You Ever Do That Again, You Hear Me? (A Halstead Brothers + Halstead Sister! Imagine)

A/N: There are mentions of B1ack Liv3s M4tter (apparently this ended up in that tag, so I changed the wording, so hopefully it’s not there anymore) in regards to peaceful protests in this. And there are mentions of counter-protesters causing riots. I tried my best to portray this as professionally as possible with Y/N's views, Kevin's views, and Jay's views. I did not try to offend anyone at all and I'm very sorry if I did.

Also, I don't know if one part counts as threat of sexual coercion, but I'm fairly certain that's what it's called, so trigger warning for that.

Your age: 18

Jay's age: 32

Will's age: 34

"I get that it's important to you, but I'm not letting you go!" Jay argued as you stood across from him in a screaming match.

"Why? Because You don't believe the same things as me because you haven't met a bad cop? Because you fought for this country and know people who died for it?" you yelled back.

"Yes, me being a cop and a soldier obviously has something to do with this! But I'm also trying to keep you safe! They turn into riots!"

"You do know that's not the Black Lives Matter protesters who start them, right? They're peaceful. Counter-protesting assholes come and start things to give peaceful protesters a bad image!"

"I don't want you to get hurt if something happens! Tear gas hurts, kid. I don't want you to come home with burning eyes and the possibility of going blind and tell me I'm right. I'm trying to prevent that!"

"I know you are, Jay! I just want you to let me have my own damn opinions and do what I want for once!"

"Has a cop ever hurt you in some way? Pulled you over illegally?" Jay roared.

You wanted to tell him your story about something like that that had happened five weeks ago, two weeks after the infection scare across the entire city, but you couldn't because you knew he'd do something stupid and you didn't want that. "No, but--"

His phone rang, cutting you off. "I'll be there," Jay said quickly. Then, he turned back to you. "I gotta go, caught a case. I'll see you later and we can talk about this. Calmly."

"So, you're saying there's a chance you'll let me go?"

"There's maybe a .001% chance, but sure, believe what you want."

You rolled your eyes and he left. But, as he shut and locked the apartment door, he stopped. "Love you," he whispered. Because, with what he did on the job, he knew that there was the possibility every day of him not coming home to you.

***

When you woke up, you were shocked not to see a text from Jay between 3 and 5 am saying that he wouldn't make it home tonight. He usually made it a priority when on a case to tell you that he wouldn't be coming home so that you wouldn't worry.

But, there was a voicemail from him around 11 pm last night and it was currently 9 am.

You put your phone on speaker and played it.

"Hey, Y/N, I'm sorry about arguing. If you really want to go, I think Kevin has his RDO tomorrow so I can see if he's going if you-- OW!" Then, the line just continued playing, and dragging noises were heard until there was a crash and the line went dead.

"Jay? Jay?" What the hell had happened? You quickly replayed the message to make sure it wasn't an issue with your phone, but when you heard the same exact thing again, you knew something had gone terribly wrong.

You went to dial Hailey's number to ask if she had seen Jay when there was a loud knock on your door. You quickly ran across the apartment and looked out the peephole. You saw Hailey and Adam and quickly flung open the door.

"Hey, Y/N," Adam said as he entered.

"Have you guys seen Jay?" you asked.

You saw Hailey visibly swallow. "Listen," she started, but you cut her off.

"What happened? What's going on? He usually texts me if he's going to be working until the morning and I didn't get a text and I got a voicemail and--" You took a deep, gasping breath.

"What voicemail?" Hailey asked as she placed a hand on your shoulder.

"I- It cut off partway through and he yelled and-- wait, he wasn't with you?"

"No," Hailey answered. "He said he had some personal stuff to take care of when we were at a scene and then took off. Then, he never came back, so we decided to check here to see if he just came home or something happened."

"He never came home." Your eyes widened, finally processing what it meant if he wasn't here and Intelligence couldn't find him. "You're telling me he's missing? Again? Oh, no. This can't be happening, not again. Not after our fight last night. I didn't even tell him what happened or that I loved him or--"

"Y/N, I need you to take a deep breath," Hailey told you and you tried to match her breathing. "His radio might just be dead or something like that." She knew that she was lying, but she was trying to stop you from freaking out. "Can you give me your phone so Adam and I can listen to the voicemail?"

You nodded and handed Adam your phone. He pressed play and you watched as his jaw clenched as he was listening to it.

"Shit," he muttered once he was done. "We need you to come to the district with us. Just for safety."

"Can you give me a minute?" you asked. "I- I'm in my pajamas and I haven't brushed my teeth and--"

"We'll leave in half an hour, okay?" Hailey asked and you nodded. "While you're getting ready, we'll send the voicemail over to Kim and Kev. Jay's gonna be okay."

"How do you know that?" you almost whispered.

"Because Jay's one of the strongest people I know," she answered. But, in reality, she wasn't sure about that. They had no idea where he was and according to the timestamp on that voicemail, it had been a little over ten hours since he sent it. For all they knew, Jay could be out of Chicago right now. Scratch that, he could be out of Illinois.

***

"When did you get this voicemail?" Hank asked as everyone in Intelligence, minus Jay but including you, were in the bullpen and trying to trace where the call came from.

"Around 11 last night, Boss," Adam answered for you.

"Okay. So it's been almost 11 hours," Voight said.

"I need a break, excuse me," you said and quickly excused yourself to the locker room.

You made your way to the locker room and sat down and leaned against the wall. This couldn't be happening again, not after that crazy borderline sociopathic drug dealer kidnapped Jay a few years ago and Erin went in and saved him. This could not be happening again.

You thought back to the fight last night and something your mom would always say when she was in a fight with one of the boys or when you had thrown a temper tantrum and then had to go to bed.

I'll always tell you I love you because when you walk out that door or go to bed, I'll never know if that was the last chance I had to tell you I love you.

God, if you hadn't argued with Jay, maybe you wouldn't be feeling this way. Obviously, you'd be feeling scared and upset because Jay was missing and no one had any idea where he was, but at least you wouldn't feel guilty like you currently did.

You felt guilty about starting that fight in the first place by bringing it up even though you knew what his answer was going to be. You felt guilty about yelling. But most of all, you felt guilty and you regretted not saying love you when he left...because that might've been the last time you'd have been able to tell that to your big brother who had always been there for you...even when he really didn't want to.

Jay's Nokia flip phone buzzed as he walked out of school. It was his mom.

"Hey, Mom," he greeted.

"Jay Halstead, if you answered your phone while you're driving..." she trailed off, trying to think of a good threat.

"Mom, I didn't. I was talking to some friends about going for tacos tonight, so I just walked out of school a minute ago."

"Oh," she said.

"What oh?" Jay asked. "That sounded like a bad oh, Mom."

"Well, I wish I would've known that before a professor called in sick to give an exam to his students and I agreed to pick up the extra hours."

"What are you talking about?"

"I can't bring Y/N to the dentist. And I thought since you weren't busy, you could. I also may or not have promised her that she could go to Build-A-Bear after to get a new outfit for Beary because she's so scared."

"Mom," Jay groaned.

"I know, I'm sorry. But, how about this: you do this for me, and I'll extend your curfew by two hours on Friday and Saturday."

"Three," Jay countered.

"Two." Amelia Halstead stood strong.

"Three."

"Two and a half."

"Deal," Jay agreed.

"Thank you. I'll see you tonight. Love you."

"Love you, too."

***

"No," you whined as Jay told you that you had to leave after he walked you home from school later. "I don't wanna go to the dentist. They scary."

"No, they're not," Jay told you. The doctor was what was scary for him with all the needles for the shots. But, the dentist had never bothered him, even when he was a little kid it had never bothered him.

"No!"

"What if I let you bring Beary into the dentist, would you go then?" Jay practically pleaded.

"And you give me chocolate before we leave?"

"If you promise to grab your toothbrush and brush your teeth in the bathroom at the dentist, then yes, I'll give you some chocolate to eat on the way there." Jay was desperate at this point. He knew he shouldn't be giving you everything you wanted, but what were big brothers with a giant age gap for anyway if not to try and spoil his little sister?

"Okay!" You ran off to go grab Beary and your toothbrush and toothpaste while Jay made his way to a high cabinet in the kitchen and grabbed five squares of Dove milk chocolate, three for you and two for him.

In the car, Jay handed you the cholates and you started eating them while you held Beary close to you, trying to gain some comfort out of your favorite stuffed animal.

***

You gripped Jay's hand as you sat and waited for your name to be called. Beary was held in your other hand and you were squeezing him tight against your chest. You had just brushed your teeth like you promised Jay that you would, but you were still utterly terrified.

"Y/N Halstead?" a dental hygienist came out and asked.

You didn't say a word, just held Jay's hand tighter.

"That's you," Jay said gently and with a smile on his face, trying to make you feel less scared.

"No, not me," you told him as you frantically shook your head.

The dental hygienist squatted down in front of you. "Are you Y/N?" You didn't do anything, but Jay must've nodded to confirm that it was indeed you. "And who's this?" she asked as she shook Beary's paw.

"Beary," you said shyly.

"Well, I'm fairly certain that Beary will be with you the entire time. We even have little sunglasses you and he can wear when we shine the really bright light on you to protect both your little eyes. Does that sound good?"

You turned to Jay. "Me and Beary get sunglasses, Jay Jay!"

"I heard! Do you want me to come back with you?"

You thought for a second. "Please come."

Jay laughed. "Okay." He turned to the dental hygienist. "Is that okay?"

"Perfectly fine."

You stood up and held Jay's hand as you walked back into the dentist to get your six-month check-up on your baby teeth.

***

"That wasn't so bad was it?" Jay asked as the two of you walked out to his car after you finished.

"No!" you said as you shook your head. "I even got a pretty bracelet with Belle on it, see?" you exclaimed as you held your hand out to him to show off your yellow bracelet with a charm that had Belle from Beauty and the Beast on it.

Jay acted all surprised and said it was pretty even though he watched as you had picked it out while he had explained to the secretary how your mom would call to schedule your next appointment in six months.

Jay opened his car and made sure you were buckled in and then got in himself and started driving.

"Do you know where we're going?"

You gasped. You had forgotten you got to go to Build-A-Bear after!

"Build-A-Bear!" you yelled. The volume of that yell would've made Jay wince had he not been driving.

"Yup, that's where we're going."

"I think I'm gonna get Beary some new pajamas," you decided.

"What color?"

You held Beary out in front of you. "What color pjs do you want, Beary?" You brought him up to your ear and nodded as he "told" you what color pajamas he wants. "He said blue!"

"Blue pajamas. I'm pretty sure we can find those."

***

Jay and you walked into Build-A-Bear Workshop at the mall and you were met with children running around. To Jay, this was the definition of hell. Except for you, he was fine with you running around, but he really didn't like all the other kids that he had to be careful not to bump into.

"C'mon, Jay Jay!" you told him as you tugged him along to the pajama section.

He allowed himself to be tugged along by you and then you held up almost every single pair of blue pajamas to Beary to see which one was his favorite. He had decided on a pair of light blue pajamas with stars all over them. There was even a cute little hat with a pom-pom on top to go with the pajamas.

Jay paid and then you left with Beary and his brand-new pajamas. You had plans to have him sleep in those pajamas tonight, too.

Unbeknownst to you, Jay hadn't even really wanted to come. The only reason he brought you was that he got his curfew extended. But to you, it was just another fun afternoon with your big brother.

You were startled out of your daydream when you felt a hand on your shoulder. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

Kevin.

"It's fine. I'm fine," you said quickly.

"No, you're not. And that's okay. Hailey and Voight went to see if Jay's where his phone pinged at."

"We fought," you told him.

"You fought?" Kevin asked as he slid down the wall to sit next to you.

"It was stupid. I should've just agreed with him and maybe I wouldn't be feeling like this."

"Like what?"

"Like utter shit." You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. "We were arguing about the BLM protests that were happening tonight. I wanted to go, but he wouldn't let me. The last thing I did was roll my eyes at him, Kev."

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments while Kevin figured out how to comfort you.

"Maybe talking about it will help. What'd you argue about?"

"Just that I wanted to go and he wouldn't let me because he thinks riots will break out. And you and I both know that's not the BLM protesters, that's the counter-protesters. But, he thinks I'll get hurt. I also think it's because he's a cop, so he feels like I'm protesting him, but I'm not. I'm protesting the system."

Kevin nodded. "I get it. Believe me, I do. I live it every day."

"How do you do it?" you asked. "Be an activist and a cop at the same time?"

"Just try and do the right thing with the information you have. And, explain that you're protesting the system and the bad apples, not the police force as a whole."

"I tried. But Jay doesn't think I have a right to protest because I've never had a bad experience with a cop." Which was a lie, but you weren't ready to talk about that just yet.

"Did he say that exactly?" Kevin asked.

"No, but, he asked me if a cop has ever illegally pulled me over."

Kevin nodded. "I know Jay and I know he would never say that you didn't have the right protest. He fought for that right. He mention anything else?"

"That tear gas hurts."

"I think he just wanted to keep you safe, same thing I'd do for Jordan and Vanessa."

"He sounded like he changed his mind on his voicemail, though. He thought that maybe if you were going, then he'd let me go...at least, that's what it sounded like."

Kevin nodded. "All I can say is that until we found Jay, I'm not going to one. Getting your brother is my first priority and it's the first priority of everyone in this unit."

"My first priority, too."

"Kev!" Adam yelled as he banged on the door. "You in there?"

"Yeah, bro! What's up?" Kevin asked.

"We need you to meet with someone!"

***

The hours passed and with each of them that did, you got more and more nervous for Jay's safety. You guessed that this is how he felt when you asked if you could go to the protest, knowing that he'd constantly be worrying about you until you came home safely.

"Y/N, we gotta go," Trudy said as she entered the bullpen around 9:30 pm that night.

"Why? What's going on?" you asked as you grabbed your phone and started following her.

"They found Jay."

"Is he okay?" you asked quickly.

"Y/N..."

"No! He can't be dead, Trudy! He can't!" you wailed.

"He's not. But, he has been shot."

You froze. Shot. Jay had been shot.

"He's en route to Chicago Med right now."

"Can you- can you bring me there?"

"That's where we're going right now."

***

"Will!" you yelled as you ran into the ED and saw your oldest brother.

You ran right up to him and hugged him, not caring that he almost dropped his iPad he had been using to chart.

"Whoa, Y/N." He set the iPad down. "Hey, I know. But Crockett's operating on him right now and he's one of the best surgeons in the hospital."

"I thought you were better than him. You need to do the surgery, Will. you need to save Jay!"

"Y/N, I know it sucks, but I'm family. As much as I want to operate on him, I can't legally do that."

You paused and looked up at him. His eyes were slightly red, but he hadn't been bawling the way that you had been.

"Dr. Halstead! Incoming!" Maggie yelled.

"What does she mean?" you asked, still hanging onto him. "You're still working?"

"There's been a ten-car pile-up on the highway. I have to. It's my job."

"But Jay's in surgery!" you yelled as you pulled away from him. "These people are more important to you than your own brother?"

"They aren't but--"

"But you're working anyway instead of waiting to find out what happens to him?"

"I can't do anything to help Jay right now. But I can help all these people who are pouring in."

"Dr. Halstead!" Maggie shouted again.

"I'll be up in a few hours, I promise," Will told you.

***

A few hours had passed and it was now past midnight. Jay was still in surgery. Will was sitting next to you, in a spare pair of clothes he had packed instead of his scrubs that were covered in blood, and you were leaning your head on his shoulder, close to being asleep.

That was until Crockett came out and Will jumped up, causing your head to hit the back of the chair.

"Ow," you mumbled.

"Sorry," Will apologized and then turned back to Crockett. "What's the verdict?"

"He lost a lot of blood," Crockett told the two of you.

"But he's gonna pull through, right?" Will asked what the two of you were both thinking.

"We'll be out of blood soon."

"What do you mean out of blood?" Will asked, taking a step toward the surgeon. "There's no way you can be out of blood!"

"With that pile-up, we can. I'd recommend you go and say your goodbyes and pray for a miracle."

Will put his hands on the back of his head and started pacing the room. Your breath caught in your throat. This could not be happening. Jay couldn't die, he just couldn't.

Crockett started to walk back towards the operating room.

"Wait!" you yelled. You didn't know what had taken over you, but at this moment, you'd do anything to save your brother. You rolled up your sleeve. "Take my blood."

"Y/N," was all Will could manage to get out.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but there's protocol for that. I'd love to let you do it, but--"

"Fuck protocol!" you yelled, all the anger and sadness and anxiety that had built up over the past fifteen hours exploding at this very moment. "Rush my labs. Or don't even get my labs done at all. I haven't had sex, so I don't have any STDs. I don't have any diseases or deficiencies since I moved in with Jay years ago. My blood type's O-neg, so I'm a universal donor. Take my goddamn blood, Crockett!" You didn't care that all that information was out in the open because you were barely processing what you were saying. The only thing you cared about was making sure that your brother was okay.

"Y/N," Will said as he walked up to you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Don't touch me! And you sure as hell don't want to tell me to calm down!"

"Y/N," Will started again as he took his hand off your shoulder. "What Crockett's saying is that it's not ethical for him to do this. He could get fired."

"Where's the paperwork?" you asked as you turned back to Crockett. "I'll sign whatever I have to sign to make sure you aren't liable at all, that I'm donating this of my own free will. You can even take double the amount of blood that you normally do since I'm a universal donor. Just get me the paperwork."

Crockett and Will shared a look.

"I'll go get a nurse to get you the paperwork."

"Wait, no, no, no," Will said as he walked closer to Crockett. "You can't be serious about this!"

"She said she'll sign it."

"But, I have to co-sign it since she's a minor. So, no, you are not donating blood, Y/N. You almost passed out when I drew vials of your blood years ago. You know what's gonna happen if we take two units of blood? You are gonna feel like utter shit."

"Last I checked, I'm 18, so I can sign my own paperwork! God, I'm not a fucking child anymore, Will! I can make my own decisions!" you yelled back. "And if I don't do this, Jay will die. He'll die, Will. So, I'm giving him my blood with or without your support."

***

You sat in a chair, the ones that Will had told you about years ago with the big padded bar thing that came down in front of you in case you passed out. Typically, they'd just have you lay down in a bed, but since they were short on beds and Will told them that you had a history of getting dizzy and nauseous during simple blood draws, they had decided to put you here instead.

"Last chance to back out," Will told you as the nurse tied off your arm with a blue rubber tie and started to rub your arm to get the big vein in your left forearm to show.

"Jay's dying. No way in hell am I backing out."

Will sighed. He knew you were doing the right thing, but he also knew that you were going to feel terrible after, and he hated seeing you like that. "Okay," he said. "I'll stay here until they get the needle in you and then I'll get you some juice and cookies."

"Ready?" Monique asked.

"Ready," you confirmed. You turned to Will and squeezed your eyes shut as the needle pierced your vein. You heard the sound of the machine and knew your blood was going in there, but you didn't want to look. Getting your blood drawn, you could watch. But this, this was just too much blood to see, so you looked at Will.

"Doing okay?" he asked a few minutes later.

"Yeah," you answered because that was the absolute truth: you were feeling just fine.

"Okay, I'm gonna go get you some cookies and juice. I'll get an update on Jay while I'm out there, too."

You nodded and he left the room.

This wasn't so bad.

***

Okay, so you were lying to yourself. You were currently in hell. Giving the blood hadn't been an issue, it was how you felt after you were done giving blood.

You were currently sitting in that same chair, drinking some juice that Will had brought you. He told you that there was still no update on Jay, but that they were sending the blood back to him right now. (They had rushed labs on a small vial of blood that Monique took before you started the donation. The results came back while you were giving blood, and since your blood was clean, you could give it to Jay.) But, God, but you felt absolutely awful.

"You doing okay?" Will asked.

You shook your head and then stopped because it made you dizzy and put your head in your hands. "No," you groaned.

He handed you a glass of water. "Drink a bit of this too and then I'll open your pack of cookies."

"Why do you want me to drink water and not juice?" you asked as you closed your eyes and tried to stop the spinning in your head.

"Because, you're sweating, Short Stack. Need you to stay hydrated."

You took a few sips of water and then went back to your juice. Will handed you your pack of chocolate chip cookies and you started to eat them.

"Mhm," you groaned and laid your head down on the padded bar thing in front of you that kept you from falling out of the chair. "I don't feel so good."

You felt hot and cold at the same time and the world seemed to spin every time you lifted your head up. And, those cookies did not sit well with you.

"How do you feel? What hurts?" Will asked, jumping into doctor mode since Monique wasn't around. Will assured her that he could look after you while you recovered from your blood being donated at twice the normal amount.

"I just feel like shit," you told him, not picking up your head.

"You gotta give me some symptoms. Give me some symptoms and then I can help."

"Mhm, fine." You looked up at him and blinked slowly. "I feel hot and cold and sweaty. And I feel dizzy and nauseous."

"Okay. That's either a vasovagal reaction or from your blood pressure being low or from your  heart rate being slowed down."

"What's that reaction thingy?"

"You don't like blood in general, so a nervous system response can happen, which could explain your reactions. But, your BP could also be low, which could explain all this too. And, it's one in the morning and you haven't slept yet, so tiredness could also be a factor."

"Great," you said sarcastically as you remembered the last time your blood pressure was low.

You had taken some of Jay's medication that he had to ward off his PTSD-induced nightmares after you were involved in a shooting at a house party. The one time you took them without sleeping directly after, you felt almost exactly like this...except without the sweatiness. You just mostly felt dizzy. You had called Will, he came over, and then you ended passing out and he had to get you to Med. Then you were admitted and they got your pressure back up. You were also prescribed sleeping pills which had helped immensely.

Will grabbed a blood pressure cuff from a drawer. "Arm," he told you. You held out your arm and he wrapped the cuff around it and pumped the end of it.

You waited as he looked at the gauge on the blood pressure cuff. Will said one number over another number, which meant nothing to you, but must've meant something to him. You raised your eyebrows, hoping he was going to tell you what those numbers meant in non-medical English terms.

"BP's low, which explains most of the symptoms," he told you.

You took another bite of your cookie and washed it down with some juice, but then immediately after started dry heaving.

Will rushed around and then thrust a pink basin under your mouth.

You took a deep breath after you finally stopped dry heaving about thirty seconds later.

"Better?" Will asked. You shook your head. "I'm going to get you an IV of anti-nausea medication."

You were going to argue with him about how he wasn't working, so he probably couldn't get you that. And, you were fairly certain he couldn't prescribe things to family. But, you felt terrible, so you really don't care if Will was being reckless and borderline unethical/illegal right now.

You nodded and then laid your head back down.

When Will came back, he thought you were asleep, but when you heard footsteps, you looked up.

"Alright," he began as he assembled the IV. "Last poke of the day, I promise."

"After this can I take a nap in the on-call room?" you asked as you held your arm out to him once again.

"You know I can't let you do that." Will tied a blue band around your arm and started rubbing it to get a vein in the inside of your elbow. Then, he noticed your pale and sweaty face. "Fine. Hopefully, Goodwin won't fire me after this. But I have a good reason. Turn so you don't see the needle."

You did and closed your eyes. You felt the poke and squeezed your eyes shut, but then it subsided and you felt that weird feeling of the medicine going straight into your veins. God, you hoped this worked.

You hoped Jay would survive because you didn't just go through all that for nothing.

***

You slowly opened your eyes as you felt someone shaking your shoulder. "No," you groaned as you turned to face the other side of the bed.

But then you remembered where you were: the doctors on-call room because Jay had been shot. Maybe it was Will waking you up to tell you--

"Short Stack, wake up. Jay's awake."

That got you wide awake.

You snapped your eyes open, rolled over, and jumped out of bed.

"I take it you're feeling better?" Will asked.

"Sleep helps. Let's go!"

Will quickly led you out of the room and through some hallways and up a few flights of stairs to Jay's recovery room.

He was currently talking to Hailey.

"Jay!" you exclaimed as you burst into the room to see him with a sling and see Hailey helping him with his jacket.

"Hey, Short Stack," he greeted and then turned his attention back to Hailey. "Sorry, what were you saying?"

"Uh, just that I'm glad you're back," she told him. "I'll give you some time with your siblings." She turned her attention to Will. "Oh, and the things you told me to tell Kim to get are in that corner." She pointed to the left front corner of the room. "Bye, guys." She waved and then left.

You gave Jay a huge hug and tried to avoid his arm that was in a sling. "Don't you ever do that again, you hear me?" you told him seriously and then looked up at him with tears in your eyes.

Jay chuckled. "I'll try not to."

"You better do more than try." You went back to leaning your head against his chest as tears soaked his t-shirt.

"Hey, hey, don't cry," he soothed. "I'm okay. I'm fine, Y/N."

"I was so scared. The last thing we would've done was argue. I'm so sorry. I should never have asked to go to those protests. I know you were just trying to protect me--"

"Hey, it's okay for you to have your own opinions and views. It's just gonna take me a while to get used to you being an adult now and not that little sister who would always hold my hand and beg to go to Build-A-Bear."

"Speaking of Build-A-Bear," Will started and then walked over to the corner of the room and picked up two boxes. They were white boxes with dark blue designs on them. You knew those boxes: they were what the workers put new bears in when a kid came and bought one. You let go of Jay. Will peeked into one of the holes. "This one's for you." He handed Jay a box. "And this one's for you." He handed you the other box.

"You got us Build-A-Bears?" you asked as you raised an eyebrow.

"Just open the boxes."

You did and laughed when you saw Beary in the box, dressed in a hospital gown and white little bunny slippers. Your brothers were not kidding when they said they'd get one for you.

Jay laughed as he opened his. His Build-A-Bear was a light blue color and it also had on a hospital gown as well as a sling on one arm. The bear also had on a policeman cap. "Oh, man," Jay said as he continued laughing.

"Press the right paw," Will told him and he did, causing Ruzek's voice to float through the room.

Stop getting kidnapped. Glad you're okay, though.

You started laughing hysterically at this point.

"One more thing," Will said as he walked over to the counter and pulled out a marker and two hospital bracelets. On one he wrote Beary Halstead. "Jay, what are you naming your bear?" Will asked.

"I gotta name it?"

"Um, it's not an it. It's a he or a she...could be a they, too," you said.

"Fine. I gotta name him?"

"Yes," Will told him.

Jay groaned. "Fine. Blue."

"Boo! That's boring," you said.

He groaned again. "Detective Blue. There. Better?"

"Better," you confirmed.

Will wrote Det. Blue Halstead on the other hospital band. Then, he handed Beary's to you and Detective Blue's to Jay.

"I cannot believe you," Jay said.

"I can," Will laughed. "Now put it on him. Just like Y/N's doing with Beary."

Jay reluctantly put it on Detective Blue's arm. But then he realized something. "Wait, why does Beary have a hospital gown if Y/N wasn't in the hospital?"

"Yeah, about that..." you trailed off.

Jay cocked his head to the side. "What did you do this time?"

"Other than save your life, I got nauseous and Will had to give me anti-nausea medication," you explained.

"Wait, back up. You saved my life? How?" Jay asked as he looked between you and Will.

"She essentially cussed at Crockett until she got what she wanted," Will said nonchalantly.

"Which was...?" Jay pried.

"Giving you blood because the hospital was out because of a car accident. If she wouldn't have given you blood..." Will trailed off, not wanting to say the words.

"I'd be dead," Jay practically whispered.

"Yeah," Will confirmed, his voice at about the same volume as Jay's.

Jay felt himself getting choked up as he pulled you in for another hug. "Thank you."

"I know you'd do the same for me."

"In a heartbeat, Short Stack. In a heartbeat."

You stayed like that until Will went ahead and broke the comfortable silence that had fallen over the three of you.

"I hate to break this up, but there's something else I need to tell you guys," Will said.

You and Jay both turned to him and you let yourself out of Jay's embrace. "Which is?" you asked.

"Voight gave Jay two weeks furlough to recover and I talked Goodwin into giving me two weeks vacation--"

"How in the hell did you do that?" Jay asked.

"Let's just say I'm going to be working Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, New Year's Eve, and New Year's Day. But that's beside the point. We have two weeks of vacation time."

"You do know I work right?" you asked.

"At a coffee shop, not at a big kid job," Will said. "And, I had Kim and Adam stop in there on their way to get the bears. They explained the situation and your work gave you two weeks off. Adam said he may have had to flash his badge, but that's beside the point."

"And you took vacation because...?" you asked.

"We need to make sure Jay relaxes and there's so many protests-turned-riots happening right now that we should probably get out of here."

"You do know it's not the peaceful protesters starting those, right? It's counter-protesters and other people who are racist bigots and people who decided they have no other choice but to be violent," you said, making your views known once again.

"I'm very much aware, Y/N. But, no matter who started it, people were running from tear gas and burning buildings last night."

"Alright, back on topic," Jay started, not wanting to have another argument like he had two days ago with you. "Where are we going?"

"I figured Wisconsin would be a good choice."

***

"It's my turn to pick the music," you whined as Will looked for another song on your long drive to Wisconsin.

"I'm the oldest, so I get control of it," Will argued.

"No, you've controlled it for the last three hours. I've had to listen to nineties hip-hop for that long. My eardrums are gonna bleed. Please make him give the aux, Jay."

"Dude, just give her the aux, and then she'll be quiet. Remember, she likes early 2000s pop-punk and 2000s stuff in general. We'll probably know most of it."

Will reluctantly handed you the aux. "Thank you. And, just to remind you two, I'm a big fan of Taylor Swift's first few albums and 5 Seconds of Summer."

You clicked play on Take What You Want by One OK Rock featuring 5 Seconds of Summer. You queued up some more songs by 5 Seconds of Summer and two by Taylor Swift, just to mess with your brothers, and then you added songs they would know like All the Small Things by Blink-182, Check Yes, Juliet by We The Kings, Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low, and Ocean Avenue by Yellowcard.

By the time Dear Maria, Count Me In started playing, all three of you were jamming out, which caused Jay to forget to put his blinker on when he changed lanes...and there was a cop right there in the emergency turnaround.

Jay heard and saw the sirens behind him and slowed down. He knew the drill from pulling people over on his days on patrol. Now that he was in Intelligence, he practically just ripped the criminals out of their cars and handcuffed them against the side of their (usually stolen) car.

He got out his license and registration, along with his badge because he did have his service weapon with him. He'd be damned not bringing it with him in this day and age...and sometimes there were coyotes and he and Will didn't know if the old hunting rifle at the cabin that your grandpa used to use even had ammunition in and if there was even any ammunition at the cabin.

Jay rolled down his window as the officer walked up to him.

Your hands started to sweat and your heart started to race as you remembered your last encounter with an officer that you didn't know.

You were driving home from the library late at night after studying for a biology exam. And no, the library wasn't an excuse for going out and partying. You genuinely had gone to the library and had had a great and very focused study session for a few hours.

All of a sudden, you saw flashing lights and heard sirens. You turned down your music. You looked in your rear-view mirror and saw that the cop was right on your tail. He turned off his sirens and then turned them on and off quickly.

You were the one getting pulled over.

You pulled off to the side of the road and then rolled down your window.

"License and registration," the officer told you. He looked young, maybe a rookie.

"What's the problem officer?" you asked. Jay always told you that you had a right to know why you had been pulled over.

"You were going three miles over the speed limit, did you know that?"

"I don't recall how fast I was driving." Jay always told you never to admit to speeding because then you could fight the ticket if you ended up getting one.

"License and registration, please," he repeated.

"Reaching into my glove compartment and moving some CDs to get my registration," you narrated and then handed the registration to the officer. "Reaching over to my passenger seat to grab my purse which has my license in it...unzipping my purse...reaching in for my license." You handed him your license.

He ran your information and then came back to the window. "I'm sorry, Miss, but I have to give you a ticket."

You furrowed your eyebrows. For three miles over the speed limit? No fucking way was this happening.

"Uh," was all you could say.

"But, there is something you can do to get out of this ticket. You help me out, I help you out."

"I- I don't understand," you stuttered.

He looked down and you followed where he was looking and cupping himself with the hand that wasn't holding your license and registration.

"I- I..."

"Or I can just up this speeding ticket to going twenty miles over it. Say there was an open container in the car, too," he said.

You had no idea what to say. You couldn't risk getting your insurance upped and getting a minor in possession charge. You'd never be allowed to drive again!

But, there's no way you'd do this. You couldn't. But he was so much bigger than you that he could hold you down with one hand tied behind his back.

He placed his hand on the door handle. "You have three seconds to make your decision. One...Two..."

"My brother's Jay Halstead! Badge number 51163! His Sergeant's Hank Voight!" Your voice trembled as you yelled that and you were close to tears.

He looked back down at your license. It did say Y/N Halstead on it. He handed you back your license and registration. "Have a nice night."

Then, he walked back to his patrol car, got in, turned off the sirens, and drove off. You were so scared that you didn't even look to see what his last name or badge number was.

Once you had stayed pulled over for a good couple of minutes to make sure that the cop was nowhere in sight, you started driving again. You stopped at a drive-thru and got yourself a chocolate flurry with Oreos. Then, you sat in the parking lot with your hands still shaking and your heart still racing as you ate and started to cry. You cried for almost half an hour and waited there for another fifteen minutes so your eyes wouldn't be as puffy when you got home because you didn't want Jay asking questions.

"Y/N, you good?" Jay asked, taking you out of your thoughts.

"Yeah, yeah," you said quickly...almost too quickly. "Why?"

"Will just asked if you wanted to go back because we missed a song and you didn't answer."

"Yeah, I can do that." You quickly went back to the previous song and tried to sing with as much happiness as you did previously. But, you didn't get the image of that night or the feeling of dread out of your stomach for another hour.

***

You woke up the next morning very well-rested. The boys had taken the loft and the two twin beds that were up there and you got to take your mom and dad's old room because you were the only girl, so they said it was only fair that you got the bedroom.

You heard the dripping of water and got out of bed and then padded down the hall and to the kitchen. Jay was standing there in pajama pants and a t-shirt. (Thank God he wasn't shirtless for once in the morning. Your brothers really needed to learn how to put shirts on when they walked out of their rooms in the morning...and maybe by you telling them to put a shirt on all the time, you training them had finally paid off.) He drummed his fingers on the counter while he waited for the coffee to be done.

"Morning," you said.

He turned around. "Good morning. Shocked you're awake. It's only 8 am."

"And I'm shocked you haven't been up for two hours," you retorted.

"Oh, I've been up for an hour, just been reading upstairs. Will's not up yet, though."

"He always sleeps late when he doesn't have to work though, doesn't he?"

"Pretty much. We've made breakfast plans before and he's missed them because he was sleeping."

The timer went off on the coffee pot, alerting you that it was finished. Jay started to pour his in a tumbler. He held out a tumbler to you. You raised an eyebrow, silently wondering why he wasn't pouring it into a mug.

"I was gonna go for a morning canoe ride. You can come along if you want. Wouldn't want hot coffee spilling all over us," he told you.

"Did you bring creamer?" you asked.

"Irish cream creamer, just for you."

You reached into the fridge and grabbed the creamer.

"So, canoe ride?" Jay asked.

"Sure."

He poured coffee into a tumbler for you and then slid it to you to put your desired amount of creamer in.

***

Twenty minutes later, you were starting out in the canoe. You told Jay there was no way in hell that you'd be doing the rowing. He told you that he could only row with one arm because of his sling, so you'd have to do the other side. Skeptically, you started rowing. Jay told you that you'd be fine, just to follow his instructions.

Fifteen minutes later, when you were out in the middle of the lake, facing the forests of Wisconsin, he stopped.

"Why'd you stop?" you asked.

He picked up his tumbler of coffee off the floor of the canoe. "We need to talk."

"About what?" you asked as you picked up yours as well and held it with both hands.

"About your reaction last night when I got pulled over. You freaked. I need to know why."

"I- I didn't freak. I was just tired," you lied.

"You had quite the amount of energy right before that," he quipped.

"It's nothing."

"Y/N, I'm not letting this go. Is it because of the protests and riots and because of all the media coverage and those few bad apple cops and, I guess the system, that you're seeing that's making you nervous?"

"No, it's not that."

"Then what is it?"

"You're not going to let this go are you?" you asked.

"I will stay in this canoe in the middle of the lake until you tell me what is going on, Y/N Halstead."

"You wouldn't."

Jay shrugged with the arm that wasn't currently in a sling. "Try me."

You sighed. "Just don't be mad that I didn't tell you sooner, okay?"

"I won't. You have my word on that."

"So, a little over a month ago I was driving home from the library..."

***

When you finished, you were in tears. "Did you get a last name? Badge number?" Jay asked as he rubbed circles on your back with his good hand.

You sniffled. "N- No. I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to apologize for. Nothing at all."

"If I wouldn't have said- said your name...He had his hand on my door handle! And he was so much bigger than me. I'm sorry!"

You turned and buried your face in his chest. "Y/N, you have nothing to be sorry for."

"I should've told you right away, though! But you just had that really rough case and I didn't want to put too much on your shoulders and--"

"Y/N, I need you to take a deep breath. You need to breathe. This was not your fault. None of it was."

You calmed your breathing and just sat there, silent tears streaming down your face.

"That's why I wanted to go to the protests," you said after a few minutes. "Because I've actually had a bad experience with a cop."

"Which should've never happened in the first place."

"I was so scared," you whispered.

Jay just hugged you tighter as he thought about how strong his little sister was. You had given blood to save his life even though you knew you'd feel terrible after and you hadn't told him about this horrible cop--which he would kick this cop's ass the minute the got back to Chicago--because you didn't want him to have too much on his plate after that terrible case where he put an innocent man in jail and got him killed...which was the main reason he had been shot.

"When we get back to the cabin, I'll try and call Voight. I don't know if I'll have service, though."

"Why?" you asked.

"I'm gonna have him look up who was on their beat near you that night so he can go interrogate people on my behalf. Probably best he does it and not me." Because Jay knew that the minute he saw that cop, he wouldn't be able to hold himself back.

You nodded.

"Hey, cheer up, kid. We're here for two weeks, away from everything. Away from the city and everything that goes on there. And I can promise you that that cop will get what's coming to him, whether that be losing his job or going to jail or prison."

"Do I have to tell Will? Or can you tell him? I really don't want to talk about this again."

"I can do it," Jay answered. "Speaking of Will, if he's not up when we get back, what do we say we wake him up with some cold lake water?"

"Like dump it on him?" you asked as you widened your eyes. Jay nodded. "No, that's mean. Then he'll have to wait for his sheets to dry out and they'll smell the entire time."

"We have spare sheets and blankets in the closet."

"Fine, let's do it. But just so you know, I'm telling him that it was your idea and I also have a lock on my bedroom door here, which will make it harder for him to sneak in and dump water on me."

"I will be sleeping in your room tonight," Jay joked.

"Nope. It was your idea, so you're gonna have to live with Will's payback."

Those two weeks were filled with laughter, pranks, board games, corn hole, swimming, fishing (well, you read either in the canoe or on the dock while the boys fished), and just spending time with each other. You were glad that Will had the bright idea to take two weeks up here...even though he got drenched in cold lake water the first morning by you and Jay.

A/N: I got a request from @ La_lectrice_33 on wattpad for Y/N going to the dentist, so I hope you liked that little scene! I also got a request from an anon on here about Jay and Will's reactions to her growing up, so I put that in here, too. Thank you for over 23k reads! I won't be posting until this Sunday (August 1) when I start posting AUs for AU-gust. Please remember to like/reblog and comment because I love seeing those like/reblog notifications pop up and love reading your comments and asks! As always, if you would like to be added to my tag list, just tell me and I’ll add you! Finally, like my imagines? Buy me a coffee (only $1 through Paypal and other currencies can be used) here: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/Kayela

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[saturnsstufff]

Hey Saturn when your free and got time could you pretty please do some dad Sam headcannons or a short fic, whichever you'd prefer! I just feel like we all need some dad Sam headcannons cause the discord got me thinking about him🥺 dad Sam my beloved

-👀

Honestly he is so fresh in my mind as soon as you sent this I had to write.

Amelia- Awsamdude

   Sam was such an amazing person. I mean genuinely, the man worked so hard for everything. He made sure the house you two had was comfortable, he worked hard hours at the prison, all well still experimenting with Redstone. But no matter what, he always made sure to shower you in love and affection. He never wanted you doubting your place within his heart.

   Being his girlfriend, and fiancé was short lived to say the least. He wanted to marry you so bad. Calling you his, and only his, was such a high honor to him. After settling down into the comfort of a new chapter in life, you both did start to notice something feeling off or missing. It's said a lot like that, but Sam and you just genuinely felt a little off, and lonely without a little extra spunk.

   So naturally when he climbed over you, and suggested maybe bringing a baby into the world, you both broke into wide smiles. It was genuinely the cutest thing ever. He was so happy that you were the mother, well you were happy he was the father.

   When you told him you were actually pregnant, he couldn't contain his pure joy and excitement. He had wanted a family for so long, just something he could call his own. He wanted moments with his children like their first Christmas, Easter, ect. He also wanted the little moments in between them.

   He knew pregnancies were hard, and he apologized the whole nine months. although he knew the ending was oh, so worth it, the track there was rough. But he adored every trimester you went through. What started as a adorable little bump, turned into something he could gently lift and hold for you.

   His favorite thing ever, had quickly become the moments you laid against him in bed. With his hand on your stomach, rubbing gentle loving shapes, as the two of you rested your heads together. Loving the soft gentle moment you always shared. He always made you feel so safe, and you always clamed his nerves, relieving any stress held from his day.

   He was one of those dad's that just adored your tummy. He always had a hand or his hands on it. Wanting to just feel close to his child and you. Of course he would also lay his head on your lap and talk to the baby bump. Saying he couldn't wait to meet his little bundle.

   When the baby was born he was in love. It was an adorable baby girl, curled up ever so small within your arms. Sam loved the name Amelia, finding it perfect for his little darling.

   Well you recovered, Sam was the most perfect dad ever. He never failed to get up at night if Amelia was fussy. Her little cries always cut short at the sight of her strong daddy coming to get her. He would lay her on his chest and rock so gently, singing softly and humming sweet lullaby's so she could sleep peacefully.

   You would often catch him slipping back into bed from one of the nightly cries. His arm slipping around your waist tightly. Pulling your body close to his. You couldn't help the smile that graced your lips when you nuzzled his chest. Of course he nuzzled into your neck, finding comfort with your soft presence.

   One particular day would always stick out to you. Sam had been working long shifts at the prison, now that dream inhabited the prison he took his job very seriously.

   But because of his long hours, Amelia and you have been left alone. Sam didn't want to be gone from his two girls of course. But he also didn't want to leave dream alone.

   Luckily one night he came back early, and trust me you were very thankful. Amelia wouldn't stop crying, she just wanted her dad. The crying was starting to take a toll on you as well. As soon as your armor covered husband walked in, you literally cried. Throwing your arms around him you sobbed into his chest. Overwhelmed from being too tired. Of course Sam was shocked and worried when his first interaction home was his wife sobbing into his chest.

   "Baby... Hey... Is Amelia ok?..." he asked softly. Gently rubbing your back, wanting to calm you down.

   “I.. I don't know! I.. I've fed her, and she doesn't need to be changed! Even when I hold her she cries!" Your tear stained face looked up at him. His face was only showing kindness, gentle eyes looking into your tear filled ones.

   "Baby... baby, its ok..." he took your face into his hands softly. Gently rubbing your cheeks, wiping away your tears. He pressed his lips to your forehead, offering soft moments to you to try and ease your worries. "Go ahead and sit down a moment, ok?..." he asked gently. When you nodded as a answer he kisses your forehead once more. Letting his hands fall from your face.

   He wondered into Amelia's room, his boots heavy on the wooden floor. As soon as her father came into view she reached out for him. Her little legs kicking away.

   "Hey... hey now... I herd my Little Girl was causing momma problems..." He said softly. Picking her up into his arms. With gentle rocks he walked back out to you. Ami cuddled into his arms, her crying now dying down. He offered his hand out to you. His other arm easily holding your baby. "Lets get you a bath love..." you nodded and got up, taking his gentle yet firm hand.

   Sam always knew what to do for you and Ami. Well you relaxed out in the freshly drawn bath. Sam had Ami layout on the bed. Her wide Grey eyes looking up at him with wonder as she tried to fit her foot into her mouth. Sam only chuckled at her cute actions. "What do you think your doing there? Feet aren't very yummy" he mused, setting his armor aside. Instead of pulling a shirt on, he just scooped Ami up resting her on his chest. With her cuddling down against him, he smiled at her. Every time he looked at her he saw you, and that only made him love you both more.

   When you stepped out of the bathroom you simply head for the living room. Feeling much better now that you had a moment of peace, clothing wise Sam's left over T-shirt acted as a perfect nightgown. When you found Sam, the sight was utterly adorable.

   Sam sat on the couch, laid out completely relaxed. On his chest, Ami laid completely asleep. Her soft cheek pressed to Sam's chest, his heart beat offering a soft loving tune. His hand was rested on her back, above the blanket that laid over top of the two cuddle bugs. Although his eyes were closed he wasn't asleep, with the soft pad of your feet he opened his eyes. Gazing up at you with adoring eyes.

   "How was your bath, baby?" He asked softly, moving a bit of the blanket for you. You crawled onto the couch by him. Nuzzling and resting your head on his shoulder the three of you all cuddled down.

   "It was long needed... better if you were with me..." he smiled and kissed your head. Taking in all the affection he was receiving.

   "We can always take one together again... maybe when Ami isn't so fussy..." he muttered, his thumb rubbing over Ami's tiny back.

   "She really missed you..." you said, looking down at your sweet daughter. Sam's arm snuck around your waist, pulling you tight against him.

   "Well I missed you both..." Sam said softly. No matter what he always found peace with you both. With both his girls. You two were the one thing he would give everything up for. You, his wife, the one person he confided everything in, and Ami. His daughter, the daughter made of his flesh and blood. He loved you both more than words would even begin to explain. No matter how fussy she was, it was moments like this that made up for it. Sam turned his head to face you, his lips pressing together a moment before he spoke. "I Love you (y/n)..."

   "I love you too Sam"

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[sylvies-chen]

Test Runs

Summary: Matt agrees to help Sylvie babysit a 5-month-old Brian Cruz for the night to help Chloe and Joe out, and gets a glimpse at a life with Sylvie he thought he could only ever dream of.

Words: ~5.5K

Warnings: None?? It’s just pure baby fever and heart eyes and canon-compliant established Brettsey

Tagging: @fighterkimburgess Cíara, this one’s for you. I hope you enjoy your much anticipated gift— and some very long, plot-less tooth rotting fluff :)

A/N: I don't know what this is and I'm pretty sure I zoned out while writing this so let me know what you think of this because this is the least edited thing I've ever written lol

“Please don’t be mad at me.”

Matt’s in the locker room at the end of a tiringly long shift when he hears Sylvie’s voice coming from behind him.

Their shift has been filled with an endless amount of intense calls. House fires, a harrowing ambo call according to Sylvie, car crashes galore. He’s more than ready to go home and enjoy his next few days off. He and Sylvie had even agreed to make tonight a date night, staying in with a bottle of wine and watching a movie (or, in their case, not watching a movie). It makes him even happier to be done with this shift. Just a regular, normal, peaceful night.

That’s what it’s supposed to be, at least. Only he hears his girlfriend’s voice and, instead of its usual soothing effect on him, is filled with something tense and nervous. He turns around and lo and behold, Sylvie’s standing in front of him with a perpetual wince.

“Why would I be mad at you?”

“I may or may not have told Joe and Chloe I’d babysit Brian for them tonight,” she explains nervously, her palms stretched out flat against each other. “Which means I’m going to have to take a raincheck on that date night we’d planned.”

Matt instantly finds it hilarious that she’d been so worried to tell him about it. “Sylvie, it’s fine,” he assures her. “Date night can be any night, we’ll just postpone it for another day.”

“Really? You’re not bummed out?” “I’m extremely bummed out,” he corrects her, his hands flying to her arms and rubbing circles on them gently with his thumbs. “But I’m not mad. I just wanted to spend time with you after a long shift, that’s all.”

“I know,” she sighs. “I’m sorry. Joe just kept going on and on about how he and Chloe haven’t had a minute to themselves since the baby was born and I just remember thinking how, if that were you and I, it’d make me really sad not getting to have a night off with you.”

Matt swears his heart melts right then and there. Sylvie’s compassion is pretty much endless but when she mixes it with that adorably longing look in her eye, and with words like that? Yeah, Matt’s a total goner.

Things between him and Sylvie have been going so great. They’re going on six months and not a single day goes by where he doesn’t feel like the happiest guy in the world. He knows tonight is one of their only nights off between shifts and he’d prefer not to have to share her quite yet during those nights but Joe and Chloe are their friends, Sylvie was right to offer them a kind gesture.

So an idea forms.

Matt’s always been good with kids, he’ll never complain at getting the chance to look after one. Especially not when it’s with the woman he loves. Besides, he sort of loves the idea of spending the night watching Sylvie gush over Brian Cruz. She was sort of adorable with Amelia, he can only assume it will be the same with Brian.

So much for a normal, peaceful night. (Although frankly, Matt thinks normal is overrated.)

“What if I came with you?”

“What?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “What if I looked after him with you? I’m sure Joe and Chloe wouldn’t mind, I’d be more than willing to give you an extra set of hands.”

She gives him a puzzled, slightly skeptical look. “So you mean to tell me,” she starts, “that you want to spend one of your few nights off in between shifts babysitting a screaming, crying, spitting five-month-old baby, just… because I am?”

“That’s sort of the idea, yeah,” he chuckles. “I’m good with kids, I can handle a little spit-up. Besides, I’ll take any time I can get with you.”

Ok. So maybe that was a little cheesy. It still rings true nonetheless. Spending time with her in any capacity is good enough for him-- and he has a feeling this will be a lot of fun.

She seems to think the same thing too, and smiles sweetly at him. “How did I get so lucky?”

“You just are,” he shrugs amusedly and leans in to kiss her soundly, sinking into it for a minute before he realizes he shouldn’t get carried away when they’re in the locker room. He’ll save the PDA for Stella and Severide. When he pulls away, she moves to pick up her bag and shut her locker, the two of them ready to leave. “So I’ll pick you up then? What time did they want you there?”

“5:00. But I should warn you,” Sylvie warns teasingly with a pointed index finger. “I will be singing a lot of Wiggles songs. It will not be sexy.”

He lets out a chuckle from deep in his chest and Sylvie returns the laugh as she heads out of the locker room and to her car. Even when she’s gone, Matt can still feel himself smiling like an idiot.

Like he said: Sylvie Brett makes him feel like the happiest guy in the world.

“Hey. You’re in a good mood.” Matt’s about to get his own bag and leave when he turns around to see Severide coming into the locker room.

“Yeah, well, I’m on babysitting duty tonight,” he explains. “With Sylvie. Joe and Chloe needed some time off so she volunteered and I thought I’d tag along.”

“Uh-oh,” Kelly teases. “I sense a little baby fever coming on.”

“What? No, Sylvie’s not baby-crazy, it’s not like that.”

“I’m not talking about her,” Severide explains. “I’m talking about you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you. You’re a sucker for kids, man. You’ve wanted them for as long as I’ve known you. You’re going to have that little pipe dream back in your head by the end of the night, I’m telling you,” he warns, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“I’ll be fine,” Matt grumbles in response. “I think I can handle one night of babysitting. Besides, we’re just helping Cruz. Kids are something for down the line. Way down the line.”

“So you have thought about it,” Kelly replies victoriously, raising a single, cocky eyebrow.

“What about you and Kidd, huh?” Matt knows deflecting won’t work forever, but he’s not ready to admit to himself that he has thought about it, nevermind Severide. So switching the subject back onto his best friend seems like the safe option. “You’re the ones who are married now. You two haven’t thought about having kids?”

Kelly bites his tongue, blushes slightly. It’s a rare occurrence for him, but one reserved uniquely for all matters related to Stella. “Maybe,” Severide shrugs. “But we’re not talking about me, we’re talking about you.” Matt huffs, picking up his bag and shutting his own locker. “I can handle myself. I was just giving you a heads up in case you wondered why I wasn’t at the loft. I’ll be fine, I promise.”

Matt heads out after that making a beeline for his truck before anyone else can question him about this.

Severide doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He and Sylvie are enjoying their time together right now, taking things at their own pace. Matt’s not about to ruin that for some fantasy he had that’s slowly dissipated. After all, what’s the point in wanting kids if you don’t have someone you want to have them with? After Gabby, he’d given up on that until what was once a pipe dream became something completely irrelevant and blurry in the back of his mind. Besides, six months of dating is a little soon to be thinking about that. There’s about a million steps they have to go through first, a million milestones before kids would be in the question. So yeah. He and Sylvie are not in any rush. For now, Matt is perfectly happy to be able to wake up to her for as many mornings as he can. Just him and her. That’s always going to be enough for him, no matter what. His small fantasies are a thing of the past.

At least, that’s what he tells himself as he drives home to the loft and gets ready to pick Sylvie up. He repeats it over and over until eventually, it doesn’t feel like a lie anymore.

********

When Sylvie hops into his truck, she’s wearing jeans and an old graphic t-shirt. She figures it’s best to wear something she won’t mind dirtying a little. She explains this to Matt when they’re in his truck and he nods thoughtfully at her smart thinking. He even leans over to kiss her on the cheek while waiting for one of the traffic lights to turn red. Only then does it truly register in Sylvie’s head about what they’re doing tonight.

They’re really, truly, spending an entire night together with their friend’s adorable baby.

She really hadn’t expected Matt to offer his help tonight. She doesn’t need the help-- Sylvie knows her way around a five-month-old, after all-- but he’d offered it anyway which somehow makes it even sweeter. Joe and Chloe had been more than okay with it. There’s no one more decent and reliable than Matt Casey, after all. Together, Brian Cruz is guaranteed to spend the whole night being showered with love. She’s sure of that, so she’d obviously been thrilled to have him tag along for babysitting. Until the weight of it all sinks in, that is.

Things between them have been going so great. It’d taken them longer than she’d hoped to sort out their feelings but it’d made the release all the more satisfying. They’re here now, together. And even though they’re only six months into this relationship, she knows that she’s never backing out. This is it; for both of them. It adds an extra layer to her happiness, knowing that everything she does with him will be her last firsts. It’s wonderful and beautiful in all the best ways. They’re still fairly early on in their relationship though. She doesn’t have an exact plan for the future-- it’s the only thing she can’t plan out thoroughly, unfortunately-- but she knows six months is still fresh in the grand scheme of things. And whereas she thinks a kid or two might be nice, it’s still too early to have a conversation that’s that detailed with him. Up until now, she’d been perfectly fine avoiding that talk. Now though, it’s going to be the big, plus elephant in the room. They’re getting a glimpse at what it would be like to have a kid together. It seems silly, but she’s almost scared to let her mind wander.

She goes over it in her head quietly in the car. It’s not a big deal, she reminds herself. They’ll just look after Brian, have some fun, and put him to bed at a reasonable hour. And most importantly, under no circumstances will daydreaming about their future be allowed. Ever.

They reach Joe and Chloe’s house and Matt takes her hands as they reach the front door. She’s been quiet the rest of the car ride, ever since he kissed her on the cheek. She’d gotten so preoccupied reminding herself not to get ahead of herself tonight that it’d picked up his attention, but she gives his hand a gentle squeeze as they wait for Joe and Chloe to answer the door and he smiles, thinking nothing of her quiet mood.

“Hey,” Joe greets them when the front door finally opens. His face is beaming, and it really dawns on Sylvie how excited he must be for tonight. He and Chloe haven’t been out of the house for weeks, never spending more than five minutes alone without baby Brian Cruz. “Come on in.”

Sylvie flashes a friendly smile and lets go of Matt’s hand to step inside, looking around the place. Chloe’s putting her earrings on in the mirror, preparing the finishing touches of her date night outfit. Which, in Sylvie’s opinion, is gorgeous. Saying her friend looks amazing is almost an understatement. “Don’t you look fancy,” Sylvie teases from behind Chloe. “Sylvie! We’re so glad you two were able to make it,” Chloe cheers, leaning in to give Sylvie a tender hug and then doing the same for Matt. “Thank you so much for this. We owe you one.” “Don’t worry about it,” she hears Matt speak. “I think we’re both just happy to lend a helping hand, right?”

He looks to Sylvie with raised eyebrows, and she nods in agreement. “Yes, we really are. You two seriously deserve some time off.”

“You’re right about that,” Joe nods. “I thought being a firefighter would mess with my sleep schedule but it’s nothing compared to this kid.”

“Where is Brian anyway?” She asks.

“He’s in his crib right now, hang on,” Chloe tells her, stepping into the room next to them and pulling Brian out of his crib. The little boy sits perfectly against his mother’s chest, his feet dangling slightly. He’s wearing a onesie too, the light blue fabric covered with little robots. It’s quite possibly the cutest thing Sylvie’s ever seen and she has to fight back the urge to coo at him.

“Say hi to Auntie Sylvie and Uncle Matt, sweet cheeks!” Chloe coos to her son, grabbing his tiny hand and waving it at Sylvie and Matt for him. He can’t talk yet but he flashes a smile at them and it melts Sylvie’s heart. Man. Tonight is going to be amazing and yet so tough to get through. “So there’s fresh formula in the fridge but we just fed him so he should be fine for the night. His toys are all laid out on the floor if he needs tummy time and we normally put him to bed at 7:00. If there’s anything you guys need or any questions, just call us. We’re bringing our phones with us and the number for the pediatrician is on the counter just in case,” Joe explains to them.

“Got it,” Sylvie nods.

“Ok,” Chloe nods to herself, handing Brian over to Sylvie. The small boy fits just as nicely against Sylvie’s chest but he tries to turn his head as soon as she holds him, urgently looking for his mom. Chloe stands back, staring at Brian nervously. “I gotta go now, buddy. I’ll see you later.”

“It’s harder than you expected, isn’t it?” Sylvie asks her, already well aware of the answer. Leaving your kid with a sitter is tough, she imagines, especially when it’s your first kid.

“Yes,” Chloe admits, slightly pained. “I know it’s only a few hours but we’re going to miss him.”

“We’ll take good care of him, we promise,” Matt assures them, already moving closer to Sylvie to see Brian and let his tiny hand wrap around his thumb. “Thanks again you guys,” Joe nods appreciatively.

“Of course, anytime. Now go on, have fun, you crazy kids,” Sylvie teases.

“Alright, bye!” Chloe keeps waving until their front door is fully shut, leaving Matt and Sylvie in total silence.

Matt glances at Sylvie up and down, taking in the sight of her with baby Brian, and something in his eye lights up. It sends a warm tingling down Sylvie’s spine, but he just nods at her. “He really is a cute baby.”

“I know,” she raves instantly. “Look at how small his little hands are!”

“You’re just so tiny, aren’t you, little buddy?” Matt talks to Brian, wiggling his hand.

Brian giggles, his arms wiggling amusedly at Matt’s gesture. He looks over at the front door though, waits expectantly for Chloe and Joe to come back in. A few seconds pass where Matt and Sylvie watch as Brian stares at the door. It’s almost as if everything that happens next happens in slow motion. They watch as his face turns back to Sylvie, his twinkling eyes turning sad as his face sours. The wail comes next, matched with flailing arms as Sylvie feels his body shaking in her arms.

He’s not hungry, Joe said he and Chloe just fed him. And he can’t be tired since they haven’t done anything with him yet. So really, he just misses his parents. It’s not all that abnormal for a kid his age but it still hurts Sylvie’s heart, watching this little guy wail in her arms.

“Oh no,” she blurts out, slightly panicked. “Shh, it’s okay! We’re right here. I know you miss your mommy and daddy but they’ll be back soon, I promise.”

He continues to wail, sticking his hand out and wiggling to try and get to the front door. “Who am I kidding, you don’t understand what that means,” she mumbles under her breath, beginning to bounce him.

His wailing isn’t as shrill after the bouncing starts but he’s still crying at a volume comparable to 61’s sirens. She tries her best to calm him down but it seems unsuccessful. Dammit. Sylvie and Matt aren’t five minutes into this night and Brian’s already crying.

The reminder that Matt’s there is enough to snap her out of it. Only she turns to where he was not five seconds ago and he’s gone. “Matt?”

“I’m in here, just a second,” he calls from the family room. Sylvie moves down the hallway away from the entrance to find him. When she does, he’s hovering over a small, wooden chest and rifling through it. Brian’s still crying as she pats his back and offers soothing hushes.

“I think we just broke Cruz and Chloe’s baby,” Sylvie tries teasing, her face still making a worried wince. “Shh, it’s okay Brian. You’re okay, it’s okay.” Matt grabs something out of the chest, moving to close the space between him, Sylvie and Brian. “Here,” he tells her, revealing the little, plush blue and green robot in his hand. “I figured a toy might distract him.”

“Right, good idea,” she nods, turning to meet baby Brian’s eye again as he grabs a fistful of her hair. “Uncle Matt has some of your toys, you want to play with them?”

Sylvie turns him so he can see Matt, who extends the soft plush robot and wiggles it playfully.

“I bet you like that one, huh? He even matches your pyjamas,” Matt points out.

Brian instantly becomes mesmerized with the toy, his eyes sparkling as they follow it’s trail as it moves in the air. His cheeks are still glossy with tears but he sticks out a hand to clumsily grab at the toy. The shift from upset beyond consolation to pure fascination with something so simple as a toy robot is enough to astound Sylvie-- and, admittedly, send relief washing through her body.

As soon as her shoulders relax, she feels Brian relax in her arms too. He even smiles as she wipes his cheeks clean of the tears, pointing towards the toy and cooing incoherently. Matt keeps wiggling the toy and bobbing his head along with the toy, eventually handing it to Brian and letting him play with it on his own. He squishes the robot’s rectangular head, then mimics Matt’s movements with it and moves it around in the air. Sylvie watches in happy surprise. She’s about to move her head to send a bewildered yet appreciative look at Matt but when her eyes look up, he’s already looking at her. There’s a slight twinkle in his eye, similar to the one Brian had when he saw the robot. It’s nothing but pure wonder, and her heart skips a beat.

Up until now, she’d been trying to keep herself from getting ahead of herself. Apart from the logical reasons of it being really early and soon on in their relationship, Sylvie also just doesn’t want to freak him out with baby fever. But he’s staring at her as she coddles Brian, a smile dancing over his face, and it seems pointless.

Maybe she’s not the only one picturing them doing this with a kid of their own.

Maybe, he’s just as much of a daydreamer as she is.

********

Matt’s not trying to give himself away too much. He swears he isn’t.

But damn. If Sylvie with this little Cruz baby isn’t the most adorable thing he’s ever seen, he doesn’t know what is. It’s been an hour since they arrived at the Cruz residence. An hour since they’d walked in and immediately had to deal with a screaming, crying baby Brian. Thankfully, they mellow out pretty quickly after that. Matt and Sylvie pull out as many toys as they can and try to distract him. His tears dissipate as they play around, keeping the young child preoccupied.

Sylvie, as promised, even starts dancing and singing Wiggles songs. Matt started out singing and dancing with her but Brian had tried crawling away while they were both up so he’s now sitting next to Brian, who’s on his stomach on his mat in the family room propping himself up to watch the show as Sylvie keeps dancing and singing.

“The Big Red Car rolls along the street

And to all the people that we meet, we like to say hello

Say hello! To the people that we meet!”

Sylvie sings, spins around, and does comically dramatic gestures as Matt claps along with Brian, making a few sound effects himself to help out with the number. The songs are too catchy not to sing along, so he does. That just seems to make the baby giggle even more, and he tries crawling over closer towards Sylvie.

She finishes the song and does small but amusing jazz hands, practically out of breath. “That was exhausting,” she exhales heavily. “How’s that for entertainment, little guy?”

He coos and waves his arms around in the air, trying to cheer for her. Matt chuckles and claps along himself, keeping an expectant eye on Brian.

The baby keeps wagging his arms though, and when they realize he’s asking for an encore Sylvie leans over with her hands on her knees in exhaustion. “You want more of this?” She addresses Brian, not expecting a response. “We’ve been at this for nearly an hour, I’m getting more of a workout from this than from Foster’s infamous spin classes. How is he not more exhausted?”

“Different sleep schedule, I guess,” Matt shrugs. “Don’t worry, you can tap out and I’ll take over.”

“More romantic words have never been spoken,” she replies teasingly with a relieved groan. She wipes at her brow and moves to find space on the mat but instead of the encore, Brian turns to her.

“Oh,” Matt says. “Looks like he doesn’t want more singing and dancing after all.”

The young boy starts reaching for Sylvie’s hair, grasping at the blonde strands that fall just above her shoulders. He manages to find a fistful but Sylvie pulls him in closer so he can grab her hair without yanking it. “I think he likes you,” Matt points out with a grin. “Good, my plan is working,” she teases, resting her head ever so lightly on Brian’s head. “I’m hoping to work my way up to his favourite aunt by the time he’s two. I’m going to be your favourite, aren’t I, little man?”

Brian coos in her lap, smiling wide at Sylvie. But he looks over at Matt and reaches out from Sylvie’s hold to grab at Matt’s hand too. Matt’s heart melts.

“He seems to like you too,” Sylvie adds.

“Yeah, I’ve never met a baby with so much trust in people,” Matt replies. “And so many robot toys too. What’s up with that?” He gestures at the spread of robot toys they arranged in a row on Brian’s mat.

“I think Joe was hoping he’d get him interested in tech stuff like Otis was,” Sylvie explains, a wistful sigh falling over her. Matt gets serious too-- not a day goes by where he doesn’t think of their dear, fallen friend. Thinking of where Brian Cruz gets his name from is always a sharp reminder of Otis, and this new piece of information doesn’t make it any better.

Matt throws Sylvie a sympathetic look, which is returned. There’s nothing much to say to that, nothing but to let there be a gentle and solemn moment of silence as Brian wiggles in Sylvie’s criss-crossed legs on the floor.

The silence is broken when he crawls out of Sylvie’s lap, slowly finding his way to Matt. Somehow, some way, he can sense Matt’s heavy heart and reaches to grab his hand. Brian doesn’t try to lift it, just puts one hand around Matt’s thumb and one around his pinky. He looks up at Matt, his eyes twinkling energetically.

“I bet your mom and dad tell you all sorts of stories about Uncle Otis, don’t they?” Matt asks as he lifts Brian into the air. He giggles, waving his arms and toes in his little onesie. Matt knows the kid can’t talk yet but he takes that as a yes. When Matt brings him back down from the air, he presses a kiss to the kid’s forehead and pulls back with the small smack of his lips. It makes Brian laugh even more.

Man. He really is a cute kid. Maybe Severide was right, maybe Matt’s already feeling that little pipe dream of his coming back. Because he’s sitting there with this tiny little kid in his arms, having the time of his life as Sylvie watches them amusedly, and it feels like he’s getting a glimpse at their future. The idea of a family, one with someone he loves as much as Sylvie, feels so right. It’s enough to send a warm and electric feeling throughout his body.

“This is fun,” Matt admits to her, meeting her eye with a hesitant but hopeful gaze.

Sylvie pulls her lip in between her teeth, fighting a smile. “Yeah, it is,” she nods. “It’s nice, I’m glad you offered to tag along. It’s like a little test run.”

“Test run?” Her eyes widen slightly and her cheeks heat up ever so slightly, to the point where Matt thinks he imagined it for a second. “I-- I mean, for babysitting,” she backtracks, shaking her head. “You know, if Joe and Chloe decide somewhere down the line that they need more nights out.”

Matt’s heart skips a beat.

Sylvie’s a terrible liar. She knows it, he knows it, all of 51 knows it. He can tell when she’s fibbing. She gets all flustered, fumbles her words just like she is now. Only now, he can see right through it and it excites him beyond comparison. He can see it in her eyes: she’s been thinking about kids just as much as he has.

“Right,” Matt chuckles lightly, going along with it. “For babysitting.”

She knows he can see right through him and sucks in a sharp breath. She looks more hesitant than he does now. “I don’t know, a kid or two might be nice somewhere down the line,” she admits nervously. “Right?”

“It would,” he replies softly with a smile. “I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about it once or twice tonight.”

“Really?” When Matt nods, she smiles and her shoulders relax.

“Well Severide said I should probably keep that to myself but I don’t care.”

“I don’t want you to keep it to yourself,” she tells him firmly but kindly. “You, Matt Casey, are always allowed to share what you see in our future with me. Okay?”

“Okay,” he nods happily. “I guess this test run isn’t so bad then, is it? If we’re on the same page about things.”

“No, it isn’t.” Her eyes light up and it’s all the confirmation Matt needs that he’s not alone in his baby fever. Their eyes stay fixed on each other, a soft and exciting tension washing over them.

The moment, however, is interrupted by Brian. He’s still in Matt’s arms but Matt suddenly hears what is probably the quietest, cutest yawn he’s ever heard come from Brian’s mouth.

“It’s getting late,” Sylvie realizes.

“Yeah, his bedtime was…” Matt checks the clock and his eyebrows immediately shoot up. “Twenty minutes ago?”

Sylvie looks at the baby in Matt’s arms, surprised. “You really had a lot of energy tonight, didn’t you? You were dancing past your bedtime, little buddy!” “Well I don’t blame him, your performance was very entertaining,” Matt muses. “Maybe a little too good,” she realizes with a giggle. “Come on, let's put him in the crib.”

“Aw come on,” Matt pleads. “Just a few more minutes? I don’t think he wants to move.”

“You are a bad influence, Matt Casey.” Sylvie shakes her head amusedly. She soaks in the sight though and can’t resist. Brian is draped over Matt's chest, his head now resting on his shoulder as his eyes flutter tiredly. Matt’s hand covers the little boy’s entire back, rubbing circles on it gently as he stabilizes the boy. Sylvie bites her lip for the second time that night and Matt knows she’s going to concede. “He does seem to be comfortable there though,” she counters reluctantly.

“Very comfortable,” he corrects her. What can he say? He just wants to sit in this little fantasy of his for a little longer. He so rarely lets himself hope like this that it feels almost necessary to extend this for as long as possible. Besides, Brian Cruz is adorable, it’d be crazy if he didn’t think of a kid of his own-- at least a little-- while he’s here. “I, however, am not.”

“Well here, come up to the couch. That’ll be more comfortable for the both of you,” she tells him, her voice now hushed and soothing so as to calm Brian down and not interrupt his process of slowly falling asleep.

Matt carefully gets up and shifts onto the couch, Brian still in his arms. He leans back and lets Brian sprawl out against his chest. The boy is light, no more than 15 pounds, but it’s still enough to put a light pressure on Matt’s chest.

He doesn’t mind. In fact, it’s the opposite. He loves it.

Sylvie stands up too, clearing the toys off the floor as Matt watches Brian’s breathing, the rise and fall of the small boy’s chest against his. It’s weirdly soothing and he soon feels his breathing match Brian’s, his eyes fighting to stay open. The singing and dancing and playing around really took the energy out of both of them.

When she’s done, she looks down at the two fatigued boys, smiling gently at the sight before curling up next to Matt on the couch. She holds Brian’s hand with her index and her thumb, and runs a soft hand over his head, before Matt’s arm wraps around her shoulder and she tucks her head in the nape of his neck.

“That’s better,” Matt beams, a tired smile on his face. He moves to press a kiss to Sylvie’s forehead.

“Much better,” she agrees quietly. “But we shouldn’t stay like this forever. He’ll need to go to his crib soon.”

“We’ll put him there soon,” he tells her. “Just five more minutes, babe…”

********

Wake up.

She feels those words ring through her body like an alarm. It sends the lights in her brain slowly turning back on as she eases into consciousness.

The first thing she sees, just barely and surrounded by a tired blur in her vision, is Matt. Brian’s still on his chest, both of them sleeping soundly. She smiles to herself, noting how peaceful her boyfriend looks in this position. Everything feels so warm. She’s cuddled up next to him, he’s lying with the baby. It all seems so picture perfect. She revels in it, if only for a moment.

She looks up and realizes it’s been twenty minutes since they’d fallen asleep— and Matt had promised only five. For a minute, she considers waking him up and telling him to bring Brian to his crib. She decides against it though, choosing instead to cuddle back into him and relax.

Joe and Chloe are going to be back any minute now. But she’ll be damned if she doesn’t soak every minute of this moment in. Before they’d figured things out and gotten together, Sylvie had scarcely allowed herself to feel things for him, nevermind daydream about the life they could have. But she looks at them, sees how truly good and comfortable Matt is with Brian, and can’t stop now. It’s addicting, dreaming about her future with Matt Casey. She intends to chase that feeling like it’s her only fix, especially since now she knows he’s thought about it too. Her dreams are his; theirs.

To Sylvie, that makes for a pretty good test run.

She falls back into Matt’s embrace, the three of them dozing off. They don’t wake up again until Joe and Chloe come back.

It’s the first night Brian Cruz gets a full night’s worth of sleep.

#CÍARA I DID IT I finished it haha #cíara tag #abby writes #brettsey #sylvie brett #matt casey

[milfcodeddean]

Thee Babiesnatural Post

Wherein I propose how we could give Dean as many kids as narratively possible. Inspired by a slurry of other posts about things like baby!Jack and baby! Amara this isnt supposed to make narrative sense beyond suspension of disbelief and I refuse to take criticism please consider my URL for my stance on these things. Dabb didn’t do the reading but I did. 

It’s long so it’s under the cut

So it starts with Bobby John the shapeshifter baby and like for whatever reason the alpha shifter doesn’t come or the kill him or whatever and the Campbells are just rubbing Dean the wrong way and the baby has already kind of imprinted on him so Dean realizes that he can’t like drop the kid off an orphanage but also he doesn’t trust most people who know about the supernatural to take care of him. He also thinks about his own childhood and the parts that sucked (moving constantly, j*hn) and the parts that didn’t (time spent at Bobby’s (and other peoples places like pastor Jim but he’s dead so)) and also how in s6 they’ve been kind of based out of Bobby’s half the time anyways at that point so they take the baby there and Bobby is delighted to have a namesake even if he’s initially doubtful. But he’s not gonna hurt deans kid and BJ is a baby. It’s awful to baby proof his house bc books and weapons and for a child that can’t touch silver but they manage a few rooms.

Also it creates a s6 Dean going back and forth between his hunting family including the baby and his civilian family of Lisa and Ben and it’s like a parallel to J*hn and Adam Milligan

Also Claire gets retrieved sooner bc Cas helps with the baby like a time or two and makes some comment about how his vessel had a child and they’re like oh yeah Claire and end up checking in on her situation sooner esp bc Dean is already feeling guilty about Ben so like they get Claire in her early teens

Emma happens. A few ways this could play out 1. Like canon with teenager but Sam doesn’t kill her. Claire gets a sister her age. 2. Because she doesn’t kill her dad the Amazon magic wears off and she’s back to being a baby? 3. She dies and gets found in purgatory

Bobby’s house burning is that much worse bc the baby was there too but Bobby and him both survived it. Dean feels bad turning into his father dragging kids around on the road.

Purgatory. Either finding baby Emma or not. Dean has a lot of bad thoughts about this is where at least 2 of his kids are going when they die. Befriending Benny adds to his inner doubts about morality and monster hunting.

Either Sam has the kids with him and that changes the Amelia thing or he leaves them with someone they know like Jody or Garth etc.

Surface side, Benny who has raised kids, is actually helpful with baby sitting and Claire thinks he’s the coolest bc he’s a real vampire and she doesn’t have any personal trauma related to him. Benny stays surface side and comes back with Sam bc he has actual reasons to live and a support system more and also bc he suggested to Dean that if/when Emma and Bobby-John die, that’s when Benny will get killed and then he’ll take care of them in purgatory .

The bunker is great bc it’s safe and they can put roots down bc the impala is getting a little full and Dean feels guilty about motel rooms. Henry Winchester meets his great grandkids and is delighted that some of them aren’t human bc he’s a MoL

Kevin gets moved in sooner.

Crypt scene- Dean tacks on something about ‘Claire and the kids need you’ in his whole speech. Claire gets very mad about him leaving with the tablet.

When the Krissy thing happens with all those teens and the guy working with vampires Dean tries and maybe successfully convinced her to move into the bunker and go to school in Kansas

Kevin doesn’t die bc gadreel has so many other people around and like I don’t actually know how the gadreel thing would play out like this but also we need Cas to be at the gas n sip

Maybe Cas is still doing his penance thing, maybe he thinks they need more income for that many kids. Maybe they still do the gadreel thing.

Anyways

I hate to fridge a woman but

Gas n sip lady dies and has no connections (why else would she ask her questionable employee to babysit)

Castiel could hand Tanya over to the authorities but also they still have a bunch of baby supplies and really what if angels come after her like they did her mother? Dean just takes one look at Tanya’s face and one look at Cas’s face and says fine and they have a new baby. (tanya post that loosely inspired this) 

This is where plot gets tricky bc I haven’t fully seen past season 9 and a lot of that uhh

Well Abaddon is still a problem and Cas is human and now busy with the new baby so Dean makes the choice to work with Crowley and get the Mark of Cain bc he’s extremely worried about Abaddon coming after his brood.

The kids get sent to Jody’s or Garth’s or just out when the Demon Dean thing happens and like he wouldn’t have hurt them bc isn’t that his line in the sand or whatever my knowledge is vague. But the prisoner scene still happens bc it’s Fun and the Cas and Collette parallel is even heavier bc they’re literally coparents

This is where I can’t specify plot any further

Amara doesn’t magically age but like that other post says Dean feels guilty about her so he takes care of her

Baby Jack bc Jack sees Castiel’s knowledge of Dean with his kids including several nonhuman ones and Jack decided it’s safe enough to be born a baby

This can be widower arc too and Dean is trying not to be his father and won’t let the other kids help bc that’s what he was forced to do but also he’s too exhausted to do anything besides take care of the newborn so Sam and Benny etc are picking up the slack with the other kids which can still be a source of conflict or whatever

Uh Magda moves in with them bc Sam is like if you can bring home stray children I can bring home stray children

Mary has a wild time catching up to life with her babies middle aged and raising monster kids but she adapts

Lebanon is a fun episode bc J*hn is awful and points a gun at Emma bc she flashed her eyes at him and this time it’s Sam who saves her. Something something J*hn says something awful about what he should have done to Sam to stop Dean from thinking monster kids can be saved or smth

Anyways if you think of any more kids I can give Dean or ways late seasons that I haven’t seen would be effected please add on

#baby jack kline #baby emma winchester #bobby-john #shapeshifter baby #dean winchester #dad dean winchester #dadstiel #there's so much to tag for uhh #anyways this is my babiesnatural manifesto #emma purgatory au

[hockeyisit]

First Night

Summary: Auston and Amelia spend their first night with the twins at home.

A.N. See the end for note!

Unedited

Word Count: 3,118

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I let out a loud groan as I pulled the baby monitor closer to me trying to muffle it. Auston and I had gotten home from the hospital early in the morning and the babies had woken up every two hours like clock work. It was now approaching two AM and they were crying again.

“I can get them,” Auston mumbled into the pillow.

“No,” I mumbled, reaching out to put my hand on his chest to stop him from getting up.

“You need to sleep, you have a game tomorrow,” I reminded him as I pushed myself into a sitting position. I lowered the volume on the baby monitor and then made my way out of the room to go check on Noah and Kai.

“Shh hi babies,” I cooed as I walked into the room. Auston and I had placed them in the same crib so I made my way over and reached in to pull out Kai who seemed to be crying louder.

“I know, baby. I know,” I reassured as I rubbed my hand up and down his back in a comforting manner. His cries didn’t quiet down at all which was just causing Noah to let out louder cries of his own. I let out a whine of my own as I rocked the two of us back and forth hoping it would help quiet him down. After another two minutes of pacing I let out a soft cry of frustration.

“What’s wrong baby?” I asked tiredly over the screaming. I jumped letting out a loud gasp as I felt a hand slide onto my back.

“Auston! You scared me,” I told him as I reached out to slap his arm. He moved quick to avoid the slap. He reached into the crib and pulled out Noah who was now crying as loudly as Kai.

“Hey buddy,” Auston cooed at Noah who immediately started to quiet down in his arms. I sighed dramatically as I stared at the two, Kai still screaming in my ear. I walked over to the rocking chair and sat down pulling my shirt up so that I could try to feed him.

Kai started feeding immediately leaving the four of us in a welcomed silence. I leaned my head back against the couch as I waited for him to finish. Auston walked over to us and rested his hand on my shoulder as he looked down at the two of us.

“You didn’t have to get up,” I mumbled as I peaked my eyes open. He gave me a disbelieving look as he kneeled down

“Babe we're in this together,” he glanced back at Noah when he made a tiny cry.

“I am going to help you when they get up, this is a two person job. I want to help. Also I think he might be hungry as well,” Auston whispered.

“Alright take Kai,” I mumbled, we switched babies and Noah immediately started feeding.

“You should go get some more sleep Aus,” I whispered. He shook his head gently as he burped Kai.

“When you do,” he mumbled quietly. We sat in silence for a few moments as we waited for Noah to finish eating, both too exhausted to really start up a conversation. When he finished I burped him and then went to set him in the crib. As soon as I had him laying down he started crying again causing me to let out a soft sigh as I picked him back up.

“Auston just give me Kai and go get some sleep. I don’t want you to be tired for your game,” I told him seriously as I held out my other arm. He glanced at Kai again before finally nodding his head.

“If you need anything and I mean anything say it into the baby monitor,” he leaned down and pressed a long and gentle kiss to my forehead before heading back to our room to get some more sleep. Once Auston left the twins fussed for another thirty minutes before I was finally able to get them back asleep by two forty-five.

“Huh,” Auston grumbled into his pillow as I slid into bed next to him. He was laying on his stomach with his hands shoved under his pillow.

“Shh. Go back to bed,” I whispered as I rubbed his back softly.

“They sleeping?” he mumbled as he shifted so that he was laying on his back. I cuddled up to him and wrapped my leg around him and laid my hand on his chest.

“Yeah,” I said as I took a deep breath. He wrapped his arm around me and we were both passed out within a few minutes.

----

“No,” Amelia groaned out. I reached over her body so that I could grab the baby monitor.

“We got this,” I told her as I stood up. She let out a soft sigh as she nodded her head and pulled the blanket off.

We made our way into the nursery and over to the crib. I reached in to grab Kai since he was crying harder and Amelia grabbed Noah. I immediately wrinkled my nose at the smell.

“Oh my god dude you reek,” I exclaimed as I held him further away from my shirtless chest. I walked over to the changing table and set him down before I started to undress him to change his diaper.

“Make sure he doesn’t pee on you,” Amelia teased as she walked over to me Noah settled in her arms happily. I rolled my eyes fondly at her teasing. When we were at the hospital I had been learning how to properly change their diapers and I may have gotten peed on by both of the boys.

“I’m a pro at this,” I joked as I cleaned him up and changed his diaper. She let out a soft giggle as she moved away from me to the rocking chair.

“Your Papi is so goofy,” Amelia cooed as she rocked Noah. I felt a smile overtake my face as I dressed Kai back up.

“Auston I don't think I’ve ever been this tired and it’s only the first night.”

I let out a laugh at that as I turned around holding Kai. Amelia had pulled the blanket on the rocking chair over her lap and she was slowly rocking herself back and forth. She had obvious bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep in the last few days and her hair was up in a messy bun. She still looked absolutely breathtaking.

“I know. I’m pretty tired too,” I admitted. I glanced at the clock on top of the dresser. 4:35.

“Thankfully I think they just needed a diaper change because they both look like they are about to pass out,” she mumbled as she glanced up from Noah. I nodded, Kai was already sleeping in my arms.

“Let's put them to bed,” I reached over the crib and set him down and Amelia followed after. We both made our way back into bed and curled up behind Amelia so that I was spooning her.

“You okay babe?” I asked as I wrapped my arm around her waist. She let out a soft sigh as she relaxed against me.

“I’m a bit sore but I’m okay,” she promised as she placed her hand on mine.

----

“They never sleep,” I cried as I pushed the blanket off of me. Auston sat up as he nodded in agreement. We made our way back into the nursery.

“I think they are hungry,” I reached into the crib and picked up Noah who seemed to be crying louder then Kai. Auston picked up Kai and we both sat down on the rocking chair. I was half sitting in Auston’s lap with my head leaning back to rest on his shoulder.

I settled the twins so that I was holding them in both of my arms with help from Auston. Once they were both in a comfortable position I started feeding them. I started to doze off slightly but was started awake by Auston talking.

“They look wide awake,” he said speaking directly into my ear.

“I hope not its only 6:30. I want to get more sleep,” I said sleepily. He hugged me closer to him as he nodded his head.

“Me too.”

“I love you so much,” Auston mumbled as he brushed his lips against my ear.

“I love you too.”

When they finished eating we both burped them and tried to get them to go back to sleep. After almost an hour of trying we gave up and made our way down to the kitchen. We set them in their bouncers and cuddled on the couch with a blanket.

“Would it be bad if I fall asleep?” I asked him as I cuddled closer to him. He glanced down at me and shook his head slightly.

“But I am also trying not to fall asleep,” he told me as he grinned at me lazily.

“They are safe so I don’t think it would be a horrible thing,” I closed my eyes and let myself relax.

----

“What are you two doing down here?” Ema asked, causing both Auston and I to shoot awake on the couch. I glanced around worried for a moment before my eyes landed on the boys still exactly where we left them.

“They got up at 6:30 and wouldn't go back down so we came down here to hang out with them,” Auston answered her as he adjusted the pillow that he was using moments ago.

“Well you're lucky I’m here now,” Ema chuckled as she took her coat off. She had been staying with us up until I gave birth. I think she wanted us to be able to enjoy our first night alone as a family so she had stayed at a hotel for the night. Truthfully I think she just did it because she knew they would be up all night crying and she wanted to get her sleep.

“What time is it now?” Auston asked as he reached up a hand to rub his eyes.

“Eight,” she said, causing my eyes to widen as she looked up from her watch. No way we slept for almost two hours.

“I was going to start some breakfast,” Ema trailed off as she made her way into the kitchen.

“I need to get changed,” Auston grumbled as he ran his hand over his face. He had practice today along with many other commitments he always has before games.  

“Okay but will you help me get the boys changed first?” I questioned as I pushed myself up into a proper sitting position instead of leaning against Auston. He sent me a sweet grin as he nodded his head. I knew secretly that dressing the boys was going to be one of Auston’s favorite things. We made our way up the stairs with the boys and into the nursery. I immediately took a seat on the rocking chair because I was feeling extremely sore from all the moving I had done throughout the night.  

“Aus where are you going their clothes are in the drawer,” I told him as I watched him walk over to the closet instead. He sent me a shy smile as he pulled the door open and then pulled out what looked to be like four boxes out of the closet. I let out a surprised laugh as he set them on the footrest in front of me.

“Oh my gosh Auston what is this?” I asked as I shuffled around in the top box.

“Is this Gucci clothes?” I exclaimed when I finally caught the logo on the sleeve. Oh my gosh I’m married to a psycho.

“Babe they are going to grow out of these clothes in like two weeks,” I told him as I pulled out the cute little Gucci onesie. He chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I know but we can donate them when they don't fit anymore,” he grabbed the onesie from me and started to put it on Noah who he had laid on the changing table. I let out another small laugh as I continued to look through the box. I pulled out a matching onesie but then decided against it and put him into a onesie that was a different color. When Auston was done changing Noah he walked over to me.

“Do you think you can handle both while I go change to get ready for practice?” he asked softly. I knew that Auston felt guilty for having to leave me and the twins to go to practice but unfortunately he was only able to get the days off when I was in the hospital.

“Yeah I should probably feed them really quick to be honest. Just take them both real quick so I can move my shirt,” I told him. He did what I asked and I quickly pulled my shirt off and pulled the blanket we had for privacy around my body. Then I held my arm out for him to settle Noah into and Kai in my arm opposite.

“I’ll meet you downstairs for breakfast,” I told his retreating figure. He turned and gave me a thumbs up before continuing his way to our bedroom. When they finished eating I burped each of them and slowly made my way down to the kitchen.

“Hi sweetie,” Ema smiled at me from where she stood at the stove. I gave her a soft smile as I walked closer. She immediately reached out and stole a Kai from me.

“Hi wonderful, you look so much like your Papi,” she cooed at him as she settled him down into a comfortable position. I gave her a soft smile as I slid onto one of the stools at the counter.

“So much,” I agreed as I looked at Noah.

“How did they sleep last night?” she asked as she turned her attention back to the omeltee she was making. I let out a soft sigh as I slouched against my chair.

“They were up every two hours for maybe an hourish and then woke up for good at 6:30,” I mumbled tiredly.

“Was it just you getting up or did Auston get up?” she questioned as she put the omletee on a plate and slid it in front of me. I gave her a grateful smile as I reached forward to pull it closer.

“He got up with me. It’s kind of hard to get both of them to stop crying when it’s just me,” I admitted feeling slightly scared at the idea of doing this alone when he was away on roadtrips.

“It’ll get better and easier,” she reassured as she reached her hand out to settle on my arm. I gave her a soft smile as I nodded my head.

“I know.”

“Morning Papi,” Ema called out as Auston walked into the kitchen with a smile on his face.

“Morning mom,” he walked up to her and placed a quick kiss on her cheek before turning to me so that he could take Noah out of my hands.

“Finish eating and then you can have him back,” he whispered into my ear before pressing a kiss to my head.

“Thank you,” I mumbled as I started stuffing my face.

“What time do you need to be at practice?” Ema asked Auston as she set an omelette in front of him as well. She handed Kai over to me when she took a seat by me. We all started to eat and converse about how the night went for Auston and I and how the hotel was for Ema.

“So I was thinking that maybe I could stay for two weeks. I know we talked about me going home in the next few days but I think I could be really helpful especially because Amelia is still really sore,” Ema suggested as she stood up to put her plate by the sink, grabbing Auston and mine since they were empty.

I shared a look with Auston as I shrugged my shoulders. I honestly wouldn’t mind having her around to help me out during the night. I was scared for what my first night alone with them would be like. I never realized how hard it would be to get two babies to stop crying during the night.

“I mean your more then welcome to stay if you want to mom,” Auston told her as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“But don’t feel like you have to and if you miss home and want to go back we can survive,” I said as I stood up from the chair slowly. I winced slightly as pain shot though my lower body.

“You arlight?” Auston asked concerned as his arm shot out to my back. I took a deep breath breathing in through my nose as I nodded my head.

“Yeah just still in a bit of pain. Probably from moving so much but I’m fine. I think I’m going to lay down on the couch,” I told them making my way out of the kitchen and into the living room. I could hear the two of them talking as I walked further away.

I settled down on the couch and set Kai on my chest so that I could hold him close to my body. He relaxed into my hold. I could feel myself starting to dose off and everytime I was about to fall asleep I tried to wake myself up. A few minutes later Auston appeared infront of me empty handed.

“Where’s Noah?” I mumbled sleepily as I rubbed my eye. He sent me a soft smile as he leaned down to press a kiss to my lips.

“My mom has him.”

He pressed another kiss to my lips as his hand came up to move my hair behind my ear. I held onto Kai so he wouldnt fall off my chest but I reached my other arm up to tangle it into his hair and pull him into a deeper kiss.

“I have to go to practice,” he whispered when he pulled away. I gave him a slight pout causing him to frown and lean forward to capture my lips in another kiss.

“I love you. Call if you need anything. I’ll be back around 1:30,” he promised pressing another quick kiss to my lips.

“Okay love you. Have fun at practice,” I mumbled as I shut my eyes. He let out a soft laugh kissing my forehead before leaving.

A.N. Hey guys I hope everyone is doing well. I have been going through a lot with moving home and just spending time with my family. I recently lost someone so I’ve been really busy just trying to spend time with my family. I really did want to write and post something though because it is a way for me to relax and it’s something I actually enjoy. I wasnt compelty happy with how this piece turned out but I hope that you guys enjoy it. I also am currently trying to work on another piece that someone requested where Auston spends alone time with the boys but I havent finished that. Once I do I will for sure get it posted. Also request are still open and I’m always free to answer any questions for Auston, Amelia and the twins. I’m trying to keep my mind distracted so anything that would help with that is greatly appreciated.

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“You know, I found your husband.”

The voice in the doorway of the lounge made Jo look up in shock, brows furrowing as she comprehended what Alex had just said. “What?” 

“I hired a guy. I found his name. I looked him up,” Alex paused, gauging Jo’s reaction as he relayed his actions. “And then I went and found him.”

“Oh, my God, Alex.” 

“Look. You didn't ask me to do that, and you didn't give me permission to do that, and it was wrong, and I'm sorry. But Jo, I swear to God, I could never, ever hurt you,” Alex wore a pitiful expression as he looked at Jo, obviously hoping she would hear him out. “My dad, he was like your ex. I'm not like that, all right? I'm not like my dad. I mean, I do things that are wrong. I do things that are stupid. But I swear to you I would never hurt you.”

Jo let Alex’s words sink in, heart pounding as she realized that Alex had gone behind her back, “You saw Paul?” 

“Yeah.”

“Are you serious? After I told you what I went through you just went behind my back and found Paul,” Jo ran a hand through her hair as she fought back tears. “I’ve spent so many years hiding from him and you just what? Found him on the internet? What if he figures out where I am? What then?” “Jo I-”

“No this… This is unforgivable. I’m sorry Alex but I don’t think I can trust you again after this,” Jo turned away from Alex, attempting to stem her tears long enough for her to get herself alone. “Can you just leave? Please?”

There’s a long pause and she almost thinks that he’s left her there before his voice pipes up, “I’m sorry Jo. Really I am.” Once she hears him leave the lounge and shut the door behind himself, Jo let’s a few quiet tears escape. She contemplates running, leaving everything behind once again and starting over. But she’s built a life here in Seattle, Alex be damned. She wasn’t going to let Paul or her fear keep her from living her life. If Paul became an issue again then she’d face the problem when it was standing in front of her. She wasn’t the same scared girl she used to be, she was a fighter and she could handle this.

+

“The Heparin should have helped by now. I think I made the wrong call.”

Jo’s heart drops as she approaches Alex and Amelia. She had run herself ragged around the hospital trying to find an answer only for her search to be useless. 

“Wait. Heparin? No. I texted,” Alex turns at the sound of her voice, eyeing her warily. “They didn't reverse him.”

“Damn it. We can't access the reversal agent,” Alex looks at Amelia, who nods at him as she moves into the room. “Prep him to move.”

“What is it? What's wrong,” Frankie’s mom is frantic as Helm and Amelia begin to prep Frankie. 

“Frankie's AVM might be bleeding. We've got to get him to the O.R. now.”

“But the medicine you gave him. It was supposed to help.”

“I'm sorry. We need to go.”

Amelia and Helm push Frankie out of the room, his mom hot on their heels. Jo watches them, her teeth gnawing on her bottom lip in worry. Finally she looks up to Alex who hasn’t moved from his spot next to her. 

“Hey. I'm so sorry. I texted. It didn't go through.  And then…”

“And then what,” Jo is expecting anger from Alex but instead his voice is laced with concern as he places a hand on her shoulder. “Jo, what’s wrong?”

She doesn’t know why the words slip out so easily for her but as Jo looks at Alex she can’t help herself, “Paul is here. I… I saw him downstairs.”

She doesn’t need to say anything else as Alex steps forward and wraps his arms around her, pulling her close as she takes a few shuddering breaths, “Why don’t you come sit in the gallery while Amelia and I operate? That way you aren’t totally alone.”

Jo nods, silently agreeing to Alex’s plan as they walked down the hall towards the OR. Jo stops a few feet away from the scrub room, gripping Alex’s arm tightly. In front of them sits Paul Stadler, fixing his shoe covers without a care in the world. Alex quickly turns to Jo, blocking her from Paul’s view. 

“I’m in OR 3, go up to the gallery and don’t move until I come up later,” Alex watched as Jo let out a shaky breath and nodded, eyes still trained on Paul. “It’s gonna be alright Jo.”

Alex wants nothing more than to reach down and kiss Jo, to hold her tight as a comfort to both of them that things would be okay. Instead he watches her walk down the hallway, turning a corner and disappearing from his line of view, unknowingly carrying a large piece of his heart with her. 

-

It’s late the next day when Alex walks Jo up to the door of the loft. After signing the divorce papers only for Paul to die a few hours later Jo had been through a lot. Alex had driven her home, making sure she got into the loft safely, “I’m gonna head out, do you need anything before I go?”

“Can you maybe just camp out on the couch tonight,” Jo sat on her bed, a ratty Princeton sweatshirt engulfing her a s she stared helplessly at Alex. “I just… I really don’t want to be alone tonight.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude or anything,” Alex rubs the back of his neck nervously, glancing up at Jo who has tears welling in her eyes. “Hey, don’t cry. I’ll stay okay?”

Jo sucks in a deep breath before a sob breaks from her, “I’m just really shaken up. I don’t want to be alone again. I know… I know that Paul is dead but I can’t stop my mind from playing worst case scenarios on an endless loop.

Alex closes the gap between them and pulls Jo into his arms as she continues to cry. He wanted nothing more than to hold her all night, comfort her the way she wanted. But he knew that wasn’t his place anymore so he started on the couch, the same one Jo had bought him. He leapt up when Jo was startled awake by a nightmare, comforting her until she drifted back to sleep. He feels selfish for loving the way her body so easily curls against his, but if this is the only way he can have Jo then so be it.

+

“You get ditched already too?” Jo jumps at the voice that sounds behind her, louder than the crowded room around her. She turns with a small grin as she meets Alex’s eyes, “Yeah I came down with Meredith but as soon as we got here she went off with Hayes. I’m pretty sure they already left.”

“Well if I was having the amount of sex they were having I wouldn’t want to stick around at some stuffy party either,” Alex takes a long gulp of his beer, Jo eyeing him for just a moment too long. His eyes glance over her and she can almost hear the gears in his brain turning. “What’s that look for?”

Jo gulps her own red wine, feeling a blush creep up from her neck to her cheeks, “Nothing, I just haven’t gotten laid in a pathetically long time. I don’t have time for casual sex.”

A deep laugh escapes Alex and the sound vibrates through Jo’s body, lighting her up with an electricity she hadn’t felt in far too long. Her eyes meet his, a grin forming on his cheeks, and before Alex could say anything else she was speaking, one hand pressing a finger into his chest, “Don’t say it!”

“I didn’t say anything!” “Yes but you have that cocky grin that you always used to wear when you thought you were going to get laid,” Jo narrows her eyes in Alex’s direction as his smirk widens. “Don’t even think about it, I am not going home with you.”

The moment isn’t as tense or awkward as Jo would’ve assumed, instead the same electricity fluttering around her chest was now buzzing around her and Alex. Even though they’d been broken up for over a year and a half now, their chemistry was still there burning just as strong as ever.

“You said it yourself, you haven’t gotten laid in awhile. We could help each other out,” Jo hates how her body reacts to him, melting at the mere suggestion of having sex. “It could be a no strings attached kind of thing, you know just scratching an itch.”

“And you think that you and I could be no strings attached? After all, we do have a history.”

The way their eyes meet then confirms for Jo that no matter what she says next her body is going to betray her and give into the primal urge building up rapidly within her. Alex’s eyes are dark and filled with a sense of longing as he stares at her, fingers reaching out to grab her hand, “There’s only one way to find out.”

They barely make it to Alex’s car before their hands are all over each other, clothing being ripped away as they fall into the backseat in a whirlwind of moans and gasps. It feels as if no time has passed between them as she and Alex fall over the edge together, heavy breaths echoing around them as Jo rests her cheek against his chest. 

His heartbeat sounding in her ear comforts her in a way she’d forgotten about, never lingering like this with any of her one night stands or casual flings. She almost lets herself get caught up in the feeling before Alex’s voice rings in her ear.

“So… no strings attached?”

+

She knows she’s had a drink too many when she let’s Alex’s arms wrap around her waist, her body melting at his touch despite the fact that they were surrounded by their friends and coworkers. Meredith and Hayes had said their vows hours earlier, the couple happily dancing with all five of their combined children as everyone around them celebrated. 

“Let’s get out of here,” Alex’s breath is burning hot against her neck, his presence overwhelming all of her senses. “I’ve got a room upstairs.” “Aren’t you supposed to stick around since you’re the man of honor,” Jo turns in his embrace and settles her hands on Alex’s chest as she fixes him with a stern look. “I don’t think Mer will be too happy to look around and find you missing.”

Alex rolls his eyes as his hands snake down to her waist, pulling her closer to him, “She’ll live. Now c'mon, I've been staring at you in that dress all night and all I’ve wanted is to take it off of you.”

The rest of the night is a blur, Jo and Alex falling into bed with each other multiple times before they finally succumb to sleep. It’s not until late the next afternoon when she wakes up in his embrace that Jo realizes that they hadn’t used any protection. Staring at Alex’s sleeping form she decides to keep that revelation to herself, dressing quietly and slipping out the hotel room before he can wake up.

+ The next few weeks are excruciating, Jo avoiding Alex at any and all costs. They’d usually meet up at least once a week, but she’d been ignoring his texts and avoiding the peds floor whenever possible. She knew Alex could tell something was wrong, even before they’d started their ‘no strings attached’ relationship they’d see each other around the hospital or at Joe’s. But since Meredith and Hayes’ wedding she’d given him the cold shoulder, her anxious mind spinning out as she played over what their future might look like.

It’s a month after the wedding when she finally gets hit with a bout of nausea in the middle of rounds. She barely makes it out of the patient room and to the trashcan in the hallway before her breakfast is reappearing in front of her, a sinking feeling settling in her stomach as she shoos her group of residents away. Once she’s confident that she won’t throw up again, Jo finds herself darting to the nearest supply closet and grabbing a pregnancy test.

She’s known in the back of her head for almost a week but she hadn’t dared to confirm the growing suspicion lingering there. Now however there would be no more denying as what she assumed was morning sickness and the accompanying nausea had plagued her since rolling out of bed that morning.

“C’mon, just tell me already,” Jo mumbles the words to herself as she stares down at the two tests resting on the bathroom counter in the attendings lounge.

“Jo? You okay?” The question is met with a knock on the bathroom door but before Jo can answer the person on the other side the timer on her phone is blaring, startling her into knocking both tests and her still sounding phone onto the floor. She scrambles to pick everything up just as the door swings open, Alex standing before her with a worried expression on his face. 

Great, just what I needed.

She’s about to speak when she follows his line of sight to the two plastic tests sitting right in front of his feet, both brandishing a bright pink plus sign. Jo picks the tests up quickly but she knows the damage has already been done. When she stands up and faces Alex her mind immediately flashes back to the night he proposed to her in the loft. His face has the same mix of heartache and hurt that it had that day two years ago and Jo’s own heart twists as she meets his eyes. 

“Oh.” The word slips from Alex’s mouth easily and his eyes dart to Jo’s abdomen. Before he can say anything else Jo is speaking in a nervous tangent, “I was throwing up this morning and I’ve already suspected for a few weeks, well I assumed something might have happened since we weren’t exactly careful at the wedding and I was just waiting for this stupid stick to turn pink and then-”

“You knew?,” Alex’s voice stops her nervous tangent, blinking up at him in confusion. “You knew, or you thought you might know, and you didn’t say anything to me?”

“Well I wasn’t for sure about it-” “But you knew we didn’t use protection? And that you might be pregnant for weeks and you didn’t say anything. Instead you just avoided me the whole time,” Jo could feel Alex’s anger rising as his brain worked through the situation at hand. “Were you even going to tell me you were pregnant if I hadn’t shown up just now?”

“Of course I was! But I didn’t think I needed to keep you in the loop on every little thing in my life seeing as you’re not my boyfriend,” Jo crosses her arms as she stares down Alex, her own anger boiling under her skin. “You were the one that insisted on this being no strings attached, well that’s exactly what you’ve got! I’ll let you know when I book an appointment, other than that don’t expect to hear from me.” Jo brushes past Alex, ignoring his calls to her as she walks briskly out of the attendings lounge. She would deal with the repercussions later, for now all she wanted was to be left alone and to be as far away from Alex as possible. 

+

Weeks pass by and true to her word Jo doesn't contact Alex except to tell him about her first ultrasound. He misses the appointment, an emergency surgery calling him away half an hour beforehand, and Jo feels a small twinge of sadness as she tucks the ultrasound into his wallet. While part of her is still upset with him, another part is sad that he wasn’t able to experience the appointment with her. 

“Wilson I’ve got a patient in room 4 that needs a consult,” Hunt’s voice booms from behind her and Jo turns to meet his eye. “Car crash victim with minor injuries. Do you mind grabbing it? We’re filling up fast here.”

Jo nods, grabbing an iPad and bringing up the electronic chart. She feels like crap, even though she’s approaching the 12 week mark she’s still plagued with nausea and heartburn most days. Her stomach now has the slightest curve to it and Jo can’t help but run her hand over the small bump throughout the day. 

“Hi Mr. Greene, my name is Doctor Wilson and I’m-“

“I don’t really care who you are, I’m not staying in this damn hospital,” the older man seems disgruntled, sitting on the edge of the gurney and fixing Jo with a glare. “I’m perfectly fine anyways.”

Despite what he says, the man has a large gash across his forehead and his right arm is clearly bothering him. Jo takes his reluctance in stride, taking another step towards the bed, “I just want to check out that cut on your forehead and make sure it doesn’t get infected. It looks like you might need stitches.” “I told you I’m fine! I don’t trust any of you doctors.”

“Well we’re going to have to keep you for obser-“

Before she can move out of the way, the man is springing up from the gurney and lunging towards her. His hands grab her arms roughly and slam her into the wall of the trauma room. Jo can feel her head smack against the plaster as she lets a scream out, eyes screwing shut as she tries not to let her racing mind overwhelm her. 

Paul. Running away. Jason. Fighting back. DeLuca. Mistakes. Alex. Heartbreak. Her baby… Her baby. Her baby. 

Suddenly the pressure against her arms releases and Jo opens her eyes in time to see Alex pulling the now screaming patient away from her. Instead of the angry and visceral reaction she’s expecting from him, Jo watches as Alex pulls the patient away just long enough to let Owen sedate him. As soon as he hands him off, Alex is in front of her, his hands now resting on her shoulders as he looks her over. She’s frozen in place, her body shaking involuntarily as she tries to stop the panic attack she can feel coming on. 

“Are you okay? Jo?”

“Um yeah, I think so. I hit my head pretty hard but I’m okay,” she can hear the way her voice is trembling as she meets Alex’s eyes. “I’m fine, I’m okay. I’m fine, really I’m fine.” She keeps repeating the words as Alex pulls her into him, tears floating down her cheeks as her chest constricts tightly. Jo has been through her share of scary situations before, she’s been beaten within an inch of her life but she’s never been this scared. She’s never had to worry about someone else before but right now all she could think about was if her baby had somehow been hurt. 

“Do you want me to page Carina to check you out?”

Any other day she would have brushed off concerns from anyone about her well-being but Jo’s anxiety is already peaking and she doesn’t want to leave anything to chance. She nods slowly, listening as Alex asks Owen to page Carina and then leads her out of the room. 

+

Hours later Jo is crawling into bed, ready for the day to be over. Her head is pounding but she’d been instructed to stay awake for a few hours following her injury to make sure she truly was okay. After having both Amelia and Carina poke and prod her, she was more than ready to lay in bed until late tomorrow.

“Your meds are on the counter and I filled up a water bottle for you to keep on your side table,” Jo gazes up at Alex who's standing in front of her, a concerned yet genuine smile on his face as he looks at her. “You need anything else before I head out?” “Stay.” Alex pauses only for a second, his expression showing his shock and hope for only a second before he schools his emotions once again, “I don’t wanna intrude. But you can call me if you need anything.” “No I want you to stay Alex,” Jo sits up in bed, despite how tired her body is and fixes Alex with a sincere gaze. An alarming sense of deja vu comes over her as she remembers a similar conversation happening after Paul’s death. Jo had wanted Alex to stay with her and crawl into bed beside her, seeking his comfort after the traumatic events. But always the gentlemen Alex had stayed true to his word and stuck to the couch, except to comfort her in the middle of the night. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my suspicions, but I swear as soon as I knew I was going to tell you.” “You didn’t need to tell me anything Jo, I was overreacting. I panicked and I’m sorry.”

Jo shakes her head, eyes watering as she reaches for Alex’s hand, “I don’t care about any of that. You… When you pulled that patient off of me I was convinced that you were going to lunge at him or.... It doesn’t matter what I thought, what matters is that you kept your cool and you made sure I was okay. You showed me that you’ve changed.”

“Of course I did Jo, you mean a lot to me,” Alex moves his free hand up to cup Jo’s cheek and swipe at the few tears that had collected there. 

“And you mean so much to me Alex, more than you know. I know we’ve been through alot but I still care about you. And I don’t want to continue this stupid ‘no strings attached’ thing we have going.” “Oh… Okay.” A grin spreads across Jo’s face as she leans up, pressing her forehead against Alex’s, “I mean I want more with you. I don’t want random hookups or meaningless sex, I want the whole thing. I want you here with me every night. And I want to raise our baby together. I love you Alex, so much. It might’ve taken me a while to realize it but I want it all with you.”

Alex doesn’t bother responding, instead he leans forward and kisses her sweetly. Relief floods Jo as she tangles her fingers in his hair, the stress and pain of the day melting away as she leans into Alex. 

“I love you too. And I’m really glad you’re both okay,” Alex’s hand slides down to the small bump that had grown in just days beforehand, a smile taking over his face as he did so. “You have a bump!”

“Pretty sure it’s all bloat but there’s definitely a baby in there,” Jo let’s a small laugh out as she covers his hand with her own. “We’re sure doing everything out of order aren't we?” 

“Have we ever done anything the easy way?”

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[extremelyblackandwhite]

handmaid - 37

PAIRING: mob!sebastian stan x ingenue!reader

WARNINGS: age gap

A/N: this chapter is gonna be the last one and i think i’m gonna need therapy for attachment. finished this chapter after seeing seb’s baby pictures and now i think i need double the therapy. hope you enjoy this chapter, it has been such a pleasure to write for you, it’s been my absolute honour to read all the comments and to offer you this story. thank you so so much for all your support x

A YEAR LATER

Y/N woke up in her bedroom with the sounds of birds chirping, the signs that another spring day was starting to wake up in Paris. Extending her arms, she remained under her weighted blanket for a while, watching the chandelier above their bed. It had been a wedding present from her mother’s part of the family and while both her and Sebastian thought it was a bit too much, they eventually got their contractor to install it in their bedroom in their Paris apartment. It had taken a bit of time to get used to but now she had the ritual of waking up and watching the sun create little rainbows through the clear crystal of the chandelier.

After she felt her awake status surround her whole being, she left her bed, grabbing her dressing gown and wrapping herself around it before taking to the room next to her. Slowly and carefully, she pulled on the handle of the door down, opening it. Her eyes came in contact with the peaceful grey colours of the walls slightly decorated with small little ivory coloured clouds. Coming in closer, she let her hips slightly hit the white crib where the one year old was standing, wide awake with the ear of Sebastian’s old toy bunny, Oreo, in his mouth. 

    - Hello my little bunny. - she smiled down at her son who, recognising his mother’s voice, immediately started to giggle, extending his arms up to be picked up by her. Y/N merely smiled, extending her own arms towards his crib to pick him and hold him against her chest. - Let’s go have breakfast. Can you say breakfast?

    - Dada. - he said with a smile that showed he was proud of himself. She rolled her eyes at the word, if there was something Sebastian had done perfectly was make sure their son’s first word would be dada and while Y/N had been trying to make sure Nate spoke anything else, he only proudly said dada much to her nuisance. Y/N merely smiled as she rolled her eyes, getting him off his grey onesie and into a white shirt with little train drawings and some dark jean overalls. - Dada, dada!

    - Say mumma. - she laughed, holding him close as she took to the kitchen where Amelia was starting to cook some breakfast. - Mumma. 

    - Dadda! - he broke out in laughter, wrapping his chubby arms around his mother’s neck. Y/N merely smiled, sitting down on her chair and pulling the high chair with her foot, popping the tray off so she could sit the baby down who was never happy whenever she strapped him to his high chair which is why Sebastian normally did it himself, but as of today he was still in New York dealing with some business transaction gone wrong. Normally Y/N would’ve travelled along with him but ever since Nate had been born, she had been paranoid someone would try and harm him.

    - Morning, Mrs. Stan. - Amelia placed a plate of Y/N’s favourite breakfast, poached egg on mushrooms in front of her and a blue plate of slice bananas in front of baby Nate whose hands immediately went for the slices. - Are you sure you don’t want me to bake the cake for baby Nathaniel?

   - Your holiday started yesterday, Amelia. You shouldn’t even be here.

  - It’s baby Nathaniel’s birthday. 

  - So it isn’t due to my husband? - she raised an eyebrow at the maid. - You don’t need to worry about me, I’ll be fine. 

  - Mr. Stan is worried.

  - Mr. Stan is always worried. - to say that Sebastian had upped security since the ill fated Mr. Williams incident was an understatement. If Y/N left the house to go to the bakery, four armed men would follow her around with one in front, one in the back and two on each side. Yet, that was nothing compared to when Nathaniel went outside. She guessed it was a regular thing, after all her small little ball of sunshine was the one who would one of day solely inherit her mother’s fortune, her father’s family and Sebastian’s too. Either way, he was excessive with protection and she should’ve guessed he wouldn’t have allowed her to be alone with their son for a long while. Before she could try and convince the hardworking full time maid to take her much deserved holiday, Nate grabbed his plastic plate, smashing his face against the banana slices making her choke in a laugh. - Alright bunny, that’s enough bananas. 

  - Don’t be upset at him, Mrs. Stan. 

 - I won’t if you take your holiday. - Y/N pushed her plate away from her, walking to her son’s high chair. Nate extended his chubby arms towards her, cooing to be removed from it which she complied to, holding him to her chest as she walked over to the living room that was filled with toys and other things belonging to Nate. He was spoiled but in this Y/N couldn’t completely blame Sebastian as she could be even as bad as him when it came to fullfilling her son’s requests. 

Placing him on his baby matt, Nate turned onto his belly crawling over to her mother’s knees, looking up at her with a look that could only be described as cheeky. Y/N lowered to her knees, watching as Nathaniel crawled around happily with his toy bunny. He still didn’t say much and was still learning to how to walk, instead putting himself up on his legs, holding onto the couch before eventually collapsing to the ground. Speaking of which, the one year hold grasped onto the white leather and pulling himself off the ground and on his chubby legs, the other hand firmly gripping onto the bunny’s ears.

   - Do you wanna try and walk all the way to mumma? - she asked the blue eyed baby who looked away from her and back again. - Go on, come to mumma.

Nate looked at her with confusion, the eyes he had definitely inherited from his father looking around the room almost as if he was preparing to fall into a pit of fire. With Oreo clenched by the ear, he let go of the couch, standing on his chubby baby legs. Before he could take another step, he went tumbling towards the ground yet Y/N was faster than that, moving so she could catch her baby before he got hurt. As he collapsed on her lap, he turned his head up to look at his mother, pouty lips and tear filled eyes. 

    - It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. - she pushed the brown curls away from his face, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. - It’s okay, mumma will always be here to catch you. 

    - Mumma. - he babbled, burying his head on her chest.

    - What did you say? - she looked down in disbelief but before the baby could say it again the front door opened, a very familiar voice coming through.

   - Where’s the birthday boy? - Y/N rolled her eyes, picking Nate up and getting up before walking to the entrance where Sebastian was taking his jacket off, placing away his gun before his wife could complain to him about weapons near the baby. His eyes shined with pride as he watched Y/N stand in front of him, holding their son on her arms, who had taken to hide his face in the middle of her hair. - Someone’s shy today.

   - Guess what. - she walked closer to him, pecking him quickly. - Nate said mumma. 

   - No way. - Sebastian cooed at his son, caressing the top of his head. - You can say mumma, little buddy?

   - Dadda! - Nate shrilled out of pure joy, extending his arms towards him which Sebastian gladly took, kissing the side of his head. 

    - You know, Seb, next time you ask the maid to watch over me at least let me know. - she leaned against him, head on his shoulder. - My father’s security can handle me and Nate when you’re not around, I told you that a million times.

   - Can you blame me for wanting you and him to be safe? 

   - No, I can however blame you for making the hardworking maid work overtime. - she smirked. - How’s New York?

   - It’s rather bleak when you’re not there. 

   - Did you speak with my father? - she questioned, fully knowing Sebastian would probably be questioned by her family back in New York at arrival.

   - Yes and both him and Dan think it’s rude that they’re not invited to Nate’s birthday. 

    - Nate’s not getting a big birthday party, I told them.

    - I know, angel, but you know how much your father likes this little bunny. - Sebastian smiled at his son who had taking to munching his jacket’s collar, eyes looking into the ones exactly like his. - Pretty sure the only reason I’m not dead is because I’m his dad. 

    - C’mon, we need to take Nate’s cake out of the fridge and sing happy birthday before his nap time.

    - It’s his birthday, angel. Can’t he skip night time?

   - Sure, he can. However if he does then we lose night time fun as you’ll be the one to check on him when he tries to climb out the crib. 

   - Birthday cake time it is.  - he followed Y/N into the kitchen, placing his son on his play matt. The baby rolled around, hands gripping several of his toys while his father went to the kitchen, wrapping his arms around his wife’s waist, placing a kiss on her shoulder. - Did you miss me? 

    - Of course I did. - she turned around to kiss him, hands on top of his shoulders as if they hadn’t seen each other in years. - It gets awfully cold when you’re alone in a king size bed. 

   - Mhm, it does get very cold, doesn’t it? - his hands toyed around with the string that held her wrap up dress in place. - Does our son’s birthday also count as my birthday?

  - Why would it count as your birthday? - she furrowed her brows.

  - It’s the anniversary of when I became a father and I think I deserve a little present. - he leaned down to kiss her neck.

  - Well, I think th ...

  - MUMMA! - the babyish voice coming from the living room interrupted her sentence and made Y/N look over Sebastian’s shoulder to see Nate standing on his chubby legs as he took a few small steps towards the kitchen table. 

  - Oh my god. - she ducked under Sebastian’s hold to meet her son midway, grabbing the polaroid camera on the way to take a photo before he fell down or decided to sit down. - You’re walking. Nate, you’re walking!

   - What? - Sebastian turned around, joining his wife who was now sat on the ground with her arms opened towards Nate who quickly walked over to her before falling on top of her chest. - He walked, he just walked!

   - I know. - Y/N picked the baby up, kissing his little fat cheeks. - I’m so proud of you, I’m so proud of you baby Nate.

   - I can’t believe he’s walking already. We need another one.

   - Sebastian, we just had one. 

   - Yeah but he’s walking and he can say mumma and dadda. In no time he’ll be going off to university and won’t want snuggles anymore. 

   - Honey, Nate can’t say anything other than mumma and dadda, is still eating soft solids, and he doesn’t even have all his teeth yet. He won’t be going to university any time soon.

  - No, I think we need another one. A girl this time, so we have one of each.

  - Seb, darling, I don’t think that’s how it works. Besides, wouldn’t you rather wait til Nate is a bit older and doesn’t require attention all the time?

    - I know, it’s just that looking at you with our son makes me want to have at least 10 more kids.

    - I won’t push 10 more kids. - she laughed, kissing his cheek before looking down to Nate who was cuddling her and his bunny. - For now, for now I have everything I could have ever dreamed of.

   - Should we get that cake then? 

   - It’s in the fridge. - Y/N carefully got up, holding her precious baby close to her chest as Sebastian went and grabbed the little cupcake. The ex handmaid placed her son on his high chair as Sebastian put the little cupcake in front of him, lighting a single candle with his lighter which immediately caught the attention of small Nate whose eyes widened in pure joy and curiosity. 

The mob boss wrapped his arm around his wife, kissing the side of her head before the two of them started singing Happy Birthday to little Nate who was clearly more interested in the flame of his candle. Once the song came to an end, both of them cheered, clapping at the baby who looked at his parents in confusion.

  - C’mon, Nate blow the candle. - Sebastian took to be by his son’s side, making a blow motion with his lips. Nate merely turned to his mother, confused at his father’s actions. 

   - Why don’t we do it together? - Y/N stood by her son’s other side, blowing the candle together with Sebastian while Nate giggled, clapping his hands out of pure joy. - Happy Birthday, sweetheart. Mumma loves you, dadda loves you.

The rest of the day went rather uneventful, with Nate making both his parents laugh as he decided to eat the cupcake with his hands, getting his cheeks full of chocolate. He remained awake for a few hours, playing with his father while Y/N read one of her books in the couch, wondering how she’d gotten so lucky to have such a precious son and such a loving husband. As night began to make its presence known and the birthday boy became grumpy, Y/N put him back in his crib returning to the living room to see Sebastian standing on their balcony watching the Tower Eiffel’s lights. Without him noticing, she walked behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso, allowing herself to be involved by the scent of his cologne.

   - Hello there, Mrs. Stan. - he turned around in her embrace, hand going to hold hers. - How about a dance?

   - I can never say no to you, Mr. Stan.

He leaned his head to rest against the space between her neck and shoulder, free hand holding her waist as the two of them moved slowly from side to side. In that moment, no money belonging to her or to him, no empire he’d built or family she inherited mattered for in that moment he had his whole world in his arms and that ... that was enough. 

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[kaimelia]

Would you write a story about Addison, Henry and Jake visiting Amelia for a few days and Ellis or Bailey or Zola being really jealous of Henry and that he calls her Aunty Amelia because she's their aunt and not his.

Homage

a/n: hi! thank you for the prompt and I hope you enjoy this!

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"Who the hell is knocking on our door at 9 AM?" Amelia groaned, shifting her son onto her other hip. "Are your parents coming to visit again?" Link shrugged and pushed past her gently, rubbing his tired eyes as he opened the door and pulled on a mask.

"Hello-oh," Link's eyebrows rose, and Amelia paused from in the kitchen.

"Who is it?" She waited for a minute, pouring cereal into a bowl and placing it in front of Ellis at the table. "Elle, go grab the milk," she muttered, rushing towards the door.

"Amelia!" Her eyes widened at the familiar face in the doorway, and before she could think, she was rushing towards Addison for a hug.

"Addie, what the hell are you doing here? Oh, crap," Amelia pulled away and grabbed a mask from the table by the door.

"We all got tested this morning, don't worry. I came to visit you! You can't just have a baby and not expect me to visit; god, he's so adorable!" The red-headed woman held her arms out and grabbed Scout, immediately pressing her nose to his head. "I miss having a baby; their heads smell so amazing." Link laughed softly and pulled his mask off.

"Oh, Addie, you haven't met Link yet," Amelia leaned into his body, wide grins across both of their faces as he wrapped his arm around her.

"We've met over the phone, Amy."

"Amelia."

"Right, sorry. I knew if I called, you would've said no, and we all needed a vacation." Addison bounced her nephew up and down, smiling as he grabbed at her necklace.

"Is someone else here? You said we all," Amelia muttered under her breath, stepping out onto the porch. "Jake!" She ran down the steps and into the driveway, grinning as she wrapped her arms around her friend's neck.

"It's good to see you, Amelia," he opened the door to reveal Amelia's godson, much bigger than the last time she'd seen him.

"Henry! You're so big, now!" She picked him up, placing a kiss on his cheek before setting him down.

"I'll be honest; I never thought I would see the day when Amelia Shepherd was chasing four kids around all day," Jake mused, taking his son's hand. Amelia grinned.

"Neither did I, if I'm honest." They walked back up to the porch, where Link and Jake shook each other's hands firmly, their partners both rolling their eyes at the sight of their seriousness. "Okay, are you done?" Amelia grabbed her boyfriend's arm. "There are three very impatient kids in that house, and we should probably get back in there." They led Addison, Jake, and Henry into the house, introducing each of them to the children. Eventually, Link and Jake led all of the children outside, leaving Addison and Amelia alone with the baby.

"I like him," Addison brought her mug of tea up to her lips, taking a sip slowly before continuing. "Link, he seems like the perfect guy. Awfully tall, though."

"He is. Both tall and perfect," Amelia grinned. "I'm waiting for Jake to come back in here and tell me what he thinks. He was always a little overprotective of who I was dating, so if he can get past Jake, everything's fine." The neurosurgeon lifted her son from his play mat, holding him close to her as she approached her sister again.

"He looks exactly like Derek when he was a baby."

"You think?" Addison nodded.

"Mhm. I spent far too much time in your mother's house panning through dusty photo albums and staring at photos of him as a baby to not see it." She set her mug down, holding her arms out. "Have you told your Mom?"

"I did. She said she'd come and visit after the pandemic is over, but I'm pretty sure that'll never happen," Amelia handed Scout to her sister, picking up her own cup of tea. "I'm fine with it. Link's parents are both great, and his Mom honestly treats me like the daughter she's never had, so I don't need my Mom to come out here and validate all of my life decisions."

"You want her here. I said the same thing for a while, telling myself I didn't need Bizzy to approve of anything, but it feels good to have the support." Amelia sighed, easing her empty mug into the kitchen sink.

"So, you just showed up here to therapist me? I would've told you to at least bring Violet for that."

"Amelia, I'm just saying. You've built this whole life for yourself, the perfect boyfriend, your own family, your dream job, and I know you haven't always been close with your biological family."

"Haven't ever been close," Amelia muttered.

"Still. That doesn't mean that you can't build relationships with them. Think about how spoiled Scout would get on every birthday and holiday; gifts from his grandparents, aunts, cousins, friends, parents, everyone." The neurosurgeon shrugged her shoulders and remained silent. "But, whatever happens, you know I'll be here for you, right?"

"You don't have to try and parent me anymore; you know that?" Addison began to pace around the kitchen space, bouncing Scout up and down to calm his light fussing.

"I still feel protective over you, Amelia. I haven't seen you in person in years, and we both know that talking over the phone is so much different than being able to see you. I'm going to be coming up here a lot more often now; I have Scout as an excuse to come and visit." Scout cooed at the sound of his name, placing his tiny hand on Addison's face. "He's way too adorable for me to see all of his life through a screen. I'll be coming up at least three times a year."

"You've gotta bring Henry every time, too," Amelia looked outside, where her boyfriend was chasing her godson around the yard. "And Jake. I missed all of you; maybe Link and I will start coming down to L.A. a few times a year. He'd love to go surfing."

"Mm, maybe you two should just move down there." Amelia rolled her eyes.

"Well, if Meredith doesn't get better, Link and I get custody of the kids, and I doubt we'd be moving if that happens."

"For whatever it's worth, you're doing an incredible job with all of them. Having a newborn is no joke, and you're parenting three other kids during a pandemic on top of that? Charlotte keeps saying it's your payback for teasing her about the triplets." The door opened, and Link walked through with Ellis on his back, her giggles causing everyone to smile.

"Someone took a nasty fall, but we thought it would be better with a juice box," he walked towards the fridge and opened it, leaning down so Ellis could grab a juice box from the refrigerator.

"Auntie Amelia?" She looked over to see Henry standing in the doorway. "Can Scout come outside to play with us?" Amelia grinned and took Scout from her sister, walking over to where Henry was standing.

"You have to be super gentle with him," she whispered, leading Henry back outside. "Why don't I give Scout to your Dad, and he can make sure that everyone's being safe, okay?" Henry nodded enthusiastically and ran over to his father, tugging at the leg of his pants as Jake took Scout. "If he fusses, just walk around. The movement calms him down."

"Are you all gonna come back outside or just pawn off all the children on me?" Amelia laughed and crossed her arms over her chest, watching as her son snuggled into Jake's body.

"I'll go get Addison and Link," she muttered, heading back over to the door and calling for them.

"Auntie Amelia? I have a question," Ellis whispered, holding her arms up to her aunt. Amelia lifted her and sat down at the picnic table.

"What is it, Elle?"

"Why does Henry call you Auntie Amelia? You're my Auntie Amelia, not his." She shook her head in amusement, brushing back some of Ellis' blonde hair.

"Well, Addison is my sister too, just like your Mom is, so I'm Henry's Auntie, too." Ellis pouted her lip out.

"But you love me more, right?"

"I love you all, Elle; I don't love one of you more than the other." Amelia began to braid her niece's hair as she spoke, Ellis' eyes falling to where Link was playing with Henry and Bailey. "You're my niece, and Henry is my nephew. Just like I'm your aunt, and Maggie is also your aunt. That doesn't mean that you love one of us more,"

"You're my favorite Auntie." Amelia laughed softly, biting her lip to hide the satisfaction she felt.

"Well, I don't have a favorite. I love all of you, but I'm excited to see Henry right now because I never get to see him. I get to see you every day, Elle." The brunette tied a hairband around her niece's hair and hugged the girl lightly before standing up. "Let's go play with them, okay?" Ellis took her hand, and they walked over to the playscape, where Ellis quickly scampered up the ladder to the top of the structure. "How long are you staying?" She asked Jake as he paced around the lawn, bouncing Scout up and down.

"We're up here for a week. Figured we'd spend some time with you, go up to Mount Rainier, just do anything to give Henry a change of scenery." He moved to stand next to Amelia. "I like Link. He seems good, more relaxed than I expected for someone you'd be dating." Her mouth fell open before quickly turning up into a smirk.

"Hey, I haven't managed to corrupt him yet. I'm sure next time you come to visit, he’ll be a pessimist."

"Are you happy? Because last time I saw you, this was the life you didn't want to live. Every time someone brought out a baby, you'd practically gag and complain about women and babies."

"You know, I never thought I wanted this, but honestly? I wouldn't trade it for anything." She looked over at her son, his bright blue eyes staring back at her. "I'm happy, Jake. I really am."

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[teamfreewill2pointo]

Sam’s Emotional Arc 1/3

I hated the finale immediately, but I’ve spent some time with it and talked to friends who loved it. I can see now what it was about, and I’ve come to appreciate the story they were trying to tell, even if I think it didn’t land right.

I’ve been told that my meta on this has helped other people come to terms with the finale, so I thought I’d compile it in one place from across various discord channels and twitter posts. If you are struggling with the finale, I hope it helps you.

Part of this actually started with a shit post. I was making a joke about Sam being psychic since he was scared of clowns when Dean died by one. I realized that may have been deliberate. I dug into the story more and now I’m convinced it was. Then I came across some excellent meta that fit with the themes I was finding and opened up the series even more for me.

Happiness isn’t in the having, it’s in just being. It’s in just saying it.

Cas said it. Dean accepted it. Sam lived it. First, Sam’s journey. 

Clowns pop up in s15 before the barn scene. In 15.01, which was written by Dabb, Sam is injured by a clown. Castiel is able to save Sam and heal his injury. The clown keeps coming after Sam, with Sam having fight scenes with the clown, while others attack the other ghosts. The clown is kicking the shit out of Sam again, and Castiel saves him once more. Sam is unable to fight off the clown on his own both times.

They run until they are able to escape outside a magical barrier. Sam turns to the clown and says, “shut up”. 

This is literally Sam running from his fears. On top of that, this isn’t just any clown, but the ghost of John Wayne Gacy, from an episode also written by Dabb.

Dean: A serial killer clown. I mean, this is, like, the best/worst thing that’s ever happened to you, you know, ‘cause you love serial killers, but – but you hate clowns.

Sam gets nervous and struggles with the lighter before he’s able to get rid of the clown, for now.

I believe this is a metaphor for hunting in general: it’s both the best of Sam’s life and also the worst. The clowns symbolize his relationship with Dean.

Plucky Pennywhistle's Magical Menagerie was co-written by Dabb (see the pattern?). Sam’s fear of clowns was known since season 2. In season 7, Dabb explored where this fear came from.

On the surface, Sam’s fear is just because he found them creepy, but the episode explains that they actually come from Sam’s fear of being left behind by Dean.

This episode comes directly after an episode where Sam worried that Dean would get himself killed

Sam: Look... Dean, the thing is, tonight... It almost got you killed. Now, I don't care how you deal. I really, really don't. But just don't – don't get killed. Dean: I'll do what I can. Sam: Well, what's that supposed to mean? Dean: It means I'll do what I can. All right? You can shut up about it.

Sam is dealing with Hallucifer at this moment, but Hallucifer doesn’t really scare him. Losing Dean does.

Sam has a conversation with an employee about greatest fears.

Recognize the actress? She came back for s15 in 15.06. I don’t believe this was a coincidence. 15.06 featured Castiel helping a parent find their lost child in a season that features Castiel worried about losing Jack. Through his experience with her, Castiel confronts his fears and doubts and then returns to join in the fight against God. [I’ll touch on Castiel’s journey more in his chapter]

Sam’s greatest fear is losing Dean. There’s a lot in the series about how Sam felt lonely and abandoned for much of his childhood. A whole episode, Just My Imagination, centers around this. Sam hated when Dean went off on hunts without him.

source In The Chitters, Sam tells Dean how his fear of losing his family paralyzed him as child. It’s a story where an older brother dies and the younger brother never recovers from it until he’s able to lay him to rest (sound familiar???)

Sam: You know, whenever you and Dad used to leave me to go hunting, and I-and I wouldn’t hear from y’all for a while, I, um, I was always sure that some vamp or rugaru, or take your pick, I always figured one of them finally got ya. I tried to think what to do, you know, the next step to take. I was just lost. Dean: We came back, though, every time.

You might naturally think, “Wait a minute! Sam left Dean multiple times!” Honestly, this was something I had a huge issue with when watching through the show the first time. I didn’t understand Sam and hated him leaving Dean in s8. I was completely on Dean’s side at first. But, on multiple rewatches and talking to others, I’ve realized that when Sam left Dean, he was running from his fear. In this TV Guide interview, Jared perfectly sums up why Sam left in season 1; he couldn’t stand to see his family die. Dabb wrote Dark Side of the Moon along with a comic that explains why Sam left in detail. While the comic isn’t official canon, it shows Dabb’s thought process. In it, Sam sees his family as running towards a horrible end and can’t handle dealing with that.

Dean: So what are you gonna do? You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it? Sam: No. Not normal. Safe.

There are many more points in the series where we learn about Sam’s fear of Dean dying. This would be 3948573945 pages long if I wrote them all out, so I’m going to focus on the key moments that loop back to this ending, but there’s so much more there.

If you are struggling with this and need more, please let me know and I can do a deeper dive into that subject. We first see Sam’s inability to let Dean go in season 1 when Sam refuses to let Dean die in Faith.

Dean: You're not gonna let me die in peace, are you? Sam: I'm not gonna let you die, period. We're going.

Sam’s whole arc in s3 is him being unable to handle Dean dying. He wants to save Dean, but Dean won’t let himself be saved. This was what Gabriel was trying to teach him in Mystery Spot.

Trickster: This obsession to save Dean? The way you two keep sacrificing yourselves for each other? Nothing good comes out of it. Just blood and pain. Dean's your weakness. And the bad guys know it, too. It's gonna be the death of you, Sam. Sometimes you just gotta let people go.

This is how Ruby gets under Sam’s skin and what gets him to start working with her. Everything Sam did was to save Dean. In s4, Sam’s arc is about him sacrificing himself in order to save Dean. He’s gutted from being unable to save Dean. In 4.12, Sam decides to drink demon blood in order to save Dean

Dean: [says that they will die early] Sam: Maybe we'll be different, Dean. Dean: What kind of Kool-Aid you drinking, man? Sammy, it ends bloody or sad. That's just the life. Sam: What if we could win?Dean: "Win"?Sam: If there was a way we could just...put an end to all of it.

When Sam breaks out of the panic room, he’s suicidal. He’s determined to save Dean with his life as the cost he’s willing to pay. He didn’t think he would survive killing Lilith. He was committing suicide in that moment. The reason why Sam is so willing to sacrifice himself in s5 is because he has low self esteem. He blames himself for everything that goes wrong. In Sam, Interrupted 5.11, also by Dabb, Sam has a breakdown under the weight of his guilt. He hates himself and he feels his rage is out of control. In season 6, we see soulless Sam and, unlike souled Sam, he has no rage. Yes, he’ll kill when necessary, but he’s not angry. It was Sam’s fear driving his rage. He felt out of control of his life and let it lead him down a dark path. In season 7, he sees Dean heading down a dark path and he feels helpless to stop it. He worries about dragging Dean down and tells Dean to let him go. But, at the same time, he’s developing coping techniques. He’s starting to face his fears. 

And then Dean disappears and Sam completely falls apart. Sam didn’t have a healthy relationship with Amelia. They were two broken people clinging to each other. Sam and Dean struggle to reconnect after their time apart. There’s a lot of text addressing the horror of a partner dying and people trying to escape from it.

Mrs Holmes: He could see the end of my days were at hand, and... He had lived centuries all alone, but I don't think he could bear the thought of life without me. That's why he drove off that bridge. You must think I'm a monster.

In Hunteri Heroica written by GUESS WHO!?!? Sam finally acknowledges that he was living in a dream world with Amelia. He was running from his past. We see a flash back with Sam pressing on his scar, which he did to help himself distinguish fantasy from reality.

The episode is about a man refusing to engage in reality and harming those around him. Sam has a big confrontation with him

Sam: Look, it can be nice living in a dream world. It can be great. I know that. And you can hide, and you can pretend... all the crap out there doesn't exist, but you can't do it forever because... eventually, whatever it is you're running from – it'll find you. [CASTIEL appears to be taking Sam’s words to heart.] It'll come along, and it'll punch you in the gut. And then... then you got to wake up, because if you don't, then trying to keep that dream alive will destroy you! It'll destroy everything!

Likewise, when Sam was with Jessica, he wasn’t honest about himself. He was hiding from his family and his past. Running to avoid pain. Sam is avoidant in general. Not just in his relationship with Dean. When he talks with Rowena in 13.12 Various & Sundry Villains about his fears of Lucifer, he admits that he could talk about it with Dean, but he can’t bring himself to.

Sam: I’ve seen it too. What he really looks like behind – behind whatever vessel. It… Yeah, still keeps me up at night. Rowena: How do you deal with it? Sam: I guess I don’t deal with it. Not really. I mean, I pushed it down and, um, the world kept almost ending, so I keep pushing it down, and I don’t know. [stammering] I really don’t talk about it, not even with Dean. I mean, I could. You know, he’d listen, but… That’s not something I really know how to share.

In 15.20, Sam’s past is front and center. Literally. I know a lot of people found the Winchester family portrait odd and upsetting, but it symbolizes something I’ll get to in a bit. Instead of trying to avoid his grief, Sam has moments where he lets it wash over him. He goes and sits in the car. He’s no longer avoidant. He’s no longer running away. He’s letting his grief move through him. He’s literally sitting with it.

Soulless Puppy pointed out that the characters emotional arcs is similar to DBT. Please look through their awesome meta here.

Personally, I see them as similar to the therapy I do called ACT. Both are forms of therapy where instead of fighting against them, you accept painful emotions and allow yourself to feel them. If you don’t do that work, then you can’t stop feeling them and your fears/ghosts will always haunt you.  In Swan Song, Chuck tells us that “Dean didn't want Cas to save him. Every part of him, every fiber he's got, wants to die, or find a way to bring Sam back. But he isn't gonna do either. Because he made a promise.”  In 15.20, Sam initially didn’t want to let Dean go. He’s been refusing to do this since season 1. When he’s separated from Dean he lives a fake life or destroys himself/the world trying to get Dean back. There’s a moment in 15.20 where Sam looks at Dean’s guns. He wants to commit suicide, but he makes the choice to live. For the time in Sam’s life, he let Dean go and lived with his pain. He no longer ran from it. After Swan Song, Dean was unable to let Sam go. He wanted him back. After Carry On, Sam is able to do what Dean couldn’t do. He lives a life outside of Dean. What’s more, Sam has reconciled himself with his past and his family. It’s clumsy and I wish it were better shown, but having the family portrait and their parents in heaven isn’t meant to excuse the way Sam and Dean were raised. In order to move past the trauma of his relationship with his parents, Sam fully integrates them into his life. In Lebanon, Sam was able to confront and forgive his father. In doing so, he can also forgive himself. Mary asks for forgiveness too, and he grants it to her. He doesn’t forget what happened, but he’s able to move forward and leave the intergenerational cycle of violence. He’s able to raise his son, Dean, the way his brother should have been raised.

Happiness isn’t in the having, it’s in just being. It’s in just saying it.

Cas said it. Dean accepted it. Sam lived it.

I can see why people see Sam’s life after Dean as unhappy. I hated it so much because I saw it as horrible and sad the first time through. I had to sit with myself and my emotions first. I think it’s because we’ve been told by society that we have to get rid of our grief in order to be happy. The finale was showing us that it’s possible to do the opposite. [Personally I think it would’ve been better had they showed more overtly happy memories, but many of my friends saw this straight away] When I began therapy, one of the first things I learned was that there aren’t “negative” emotions. When working with our kids, we call them Big emotions. In DBT/ACT, all emotions are treated as normal and natural. Grief, anger, sadness, etc, these are all normal parts of the human existence. We don’t need to run from them in order to have happiness. We can live with them. As interstitial said in our chats, “you can't change the past, you can only change your relationship to it. To accept that your past contained both love and heartache, to miss it, but also know you can do better; that's actual recovery, as good as it gets.” As Soulless-Puppy explained to me, Sam lived in duality. Dean was dead, but Sam lived. Sam was happy, but he grieved. Dean was with him in the watch and the car and his son, but Dean also waited for him in heaven. I hated the finale the first time I saw it, then next watched it with my boyfriend who loved it. As we were watching together and discussing it, I realized that Dean’s death scene wasn’t just about him, but about the show itself. 

Dean promising Sam that he will be with Sam in Sam’s heart is also the show promising us that they will never leave it. That’s why Alex kept posting “The end has no end.” Just as Sam carried Dean with him in his heart, we will carry the show with us. I hope this helps. It’s a terrible thing to feel upset about an ending and thinking of the show this way, recognizing these patterns, is bringing me peace. I still have issues with how it was written, but now that I see what they were doing, I wish all the more that they had the chance to do it right. Please share your thoughts and experiences. I love hearing different opinions. Next up, Dean. Then Castiel.

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